“Strange, is it not, that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the Door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road
Which to discover we must travel too.”
(Hakim Omar Khayyám)
Heusden Zolder (B)
Lamborghini Callardo
When the path narrows
Come in …!
Memories are growing into my room
Image réalisée avec l’autorisation de la SPI n°… 2015/07/01 – Site en réaffectation, Val Benoit, Liège –www.valbenoit.be
"Dead leaves blew into my room,
And alighted upon my bed,
And a tree declared to the gloom
Its sorrow that they were shed.
One leaf of them touched my hand,
And I thought that it was you
There stood as you used to stand
And saying at last you knew."
(Th. Hardy in I marked when the weather changed)
Liège (B)