We walk lightly along the autumn paths and again into the familiar world of the books. Leafing through pages of magazines and books. Walking ,dreaming,admiring the autumn foliage and again returning to the prose writers favorite poets again and again...
New ways, new roads,new dreams,new hopes. New year is knocking at the door ,open yours, invite a holiday to your bright widows. New year meet on the Earth Planet... Festive Brussels.
