“Don’t trust me to show you beauty
When beauty may only turn to rust
If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself.”
(Bob Dylan in Trust yourself)
Brussel (B)
“Wavering between the profit and the loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying …”
(T.S. Eliot in Ash-Wednesday)
Brussel (B)
"But if you wonder where so fair a show,
Where such eternal pleasure may be seen,
I say, my memory keeps that garden green,
Wherein I loved my first love long ago."
(J.H. McCarthy in the garden of memory)
Flemalle (B)