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The river glides by, gentle and weary,
like a dream that refuses to wake up.
The hills still sleep,
and the sky, timid, parted its cloak of mist.
A few trees spoke to each other in secret,
their branches quivering with the remnants of night.
And in this silence so vast that one could hear the light flying,
time stands still for a moment,
just long enough for a memory to rest on the water.
As a young man , he went to the University of Louvain (Belgium) where he studied Philosophy and literature !
At the age of forty he took some drawing lessons at the technical school of Dinant( Belgium) for three years
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