Another quick ink sketch on paper I made last week.
I just scanned it today. Very similar to "number 2" but not
exactly the same. I won't post any new "chess art" image.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
Showing posts with label Tunnel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tunnel. Show all posts
Like Smoke in Thin Air
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In Between the Lines
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
By Peter S. Quinn
In between the lines
Something needs to be written
Words for word it defines
What in meaning lies hidden
Plastic world outside
Within its lots of name
Through daily routine's hide
Never exactly the same
The complicated in us
Finding the in between
Roads away and across
Nothing from the outside seen
You and I of just two
Similar spices in line
Know what gets here through
And forces together combine
Yesterdays were ours
With tomorrow still to come
From lost world's inside powers
That we don't know where are from
Something is never finished
Only like smoke in thin air
In its drifting diminished
Away from reality here
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Le Cinquantenaire,
Brussels by Night
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© 2008 - Ben Heine
(click on image to enlarge)
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Closed Path
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By Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
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(The poem appeared on Tagorepoetry.com)
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Brussels by Night
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© 2008 - Ben Heine(click on image to enlarge)
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Closed Path
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By Rabindranath Tagore
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power,
that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
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(The poem appeared on Tagorepoetry.com)
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PS : This is a photo I took by night in the centre of Brussels. On the background, you can see the Arch of the "Cinquantenaire Art Museum", which is one of the most famous monuments in the city. The "Belliard Tunnel" goes under the whole structure (including the Park)!
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