From the Wassertor, the watergate, we walked slowly, hand in hand, along the bank of the old canal, and reached the Engelbecken, the angels’s lake. You looked at the sky, then at me: I understood, no need for word. Sunlight vibrated through the little fountains, antic roses shone on the brick walls.
The water reflected our thoughts, deep down ancient spirits awoke, to remind us that time is the great healer.
We found our place, and we knew it would take time for the dream to be realised…
Photo: Engelbecken, Berlin Luisenstadt, © 2016 Honoré Dupuis