Plants,
plants,
animals.
Plants,
plants,
another animal:
This is how we live here.
In...
I wouldn't call it paradise. Every time we use such words, such exaggerated definitions, something after it happened. You know - a cataclysm in heaven.
I would interpret things differently. It happened that we lived somewhere. This place automatically becomes a paradise. Why? Because we were destined to come here and this place is meant only for us. For no one else. In that case, how can this place not be called paradise? ;)
Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you. |