Eine schwüle Brise


“Da wachsen Kinder auf an Fensterstufen,
die immer in demselben Schatten sind,
und wissen nicht, daß draußen Blumen rufen
zu einem Tag voll Weite, Glück und Wind, –
und müssen Kind sein und sind traurig Kind.”

(R.M. Rilke in Das Stundenbuch)
Marchienne au Pont (B)

View on various time panels

“Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.”

(E. St. Vincent Millay in Renascence)
Brussel (B)

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