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chasing cars…

“Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads”

Lyrics from “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol

images captured at autoworld

this is post 20 of 30 for NaBloPoMo

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in flanders’ fields

almost one hundred years on who will not shed a tear in flanders’ fields?

will we ever learn?

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.”

– John McCrae

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rue emile bouillot

i have decided to “kick start” my new belgianstreets project by joining NaBloPoMo

inspired by The Daily Post at WordPress

this is post 1 of 30 for NaBloPoMo

which means a post every day for the next 30 days…

the images below were grabbed with my iPhone during a walk through the city

watch this space inspired by The Daily Post at WordPress

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shrooms

“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?”

― Lewis Carroll

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visages dans la pluie

“Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange”

Lyrics from “People are strange”, The Doors

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place jourdan

home from home

echoes of the green markets of belgradestreets

food for the soul

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dijlepad

 006“Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to
learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this
water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many
other things, many secrets, all secrets.”

From “Siddhartha” Herman Hesse