
“Life in her creaking shoes
Goes, and more formal grows,
A round of calls and cues:
Love blows as the wind blows.”
(W.E. Henley no title, A book of verses)
Chaudfontaine (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
“I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found earth’s breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.”
(C. Cullin in For a poet)
Eschweiler (D)