A bit helplessly

“For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring
Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do
And someday maybe
Who knows, baby
I’ll come and be cryin’ to you”

(Bob Dylan in To Ramona)
Liège-La Chartreuse (B) 

High pressure

"Blow, trumpeter, free and clear -- I follow thee,
While at thy liquid prelude, glad, serene,
The fretting world, the streets, the noisy hours of day, withdraw;
A holy calm descends, like dew, upon me,
I walk, in cool refreshing night, the walks of Paradise ..."

(W. Whitman in The mystic trumpeter)
Ougrée (B)
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