my little no belgium.. I love you tender and sarcastic's.. you the present of my pastry.. let me escape you a message of foliage. none,knows the direction of clouds, skies are horizonless and flemish.. in a piece of hankerchief , you bable three misunderstandings, and paris the mucker,only its grandeur.. my little no belgium , because so easy-cosy.. I climb up your montains of humility, laughing your sleepersking.. in memoriam.. a winter sleepy day debarking at dawn, my poor shanty handluggage along, eternal migrant...all ways.. agressed by a suggestive smell of beer and factories.. a perfume of chichas and chaotic roadworks.. I found a reasonable mad house for daily inspiration.. my jolly no belgium, national shower day every years'topic.. sellout governance, man keen spirit.. poets go to no belgium..
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
schieve lavabo.. a twisted skin sink.. untranslatable brusselair's'spirit.. american poets don't forget..you've a belgian ancestor in your mind