“Black as coal they fell to their knees
For no one could hear their pleas
They wheezed and wheezed until no more
For the air they breathed was poor.”
(M. Moise in Ode to the miners)
Colfontaine (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
"All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart." (W.B. Yeats in The rose in my heart) Liège (B)