Fried's smell like that you can find in England...
strange faces of people that come from different
parts of the world...
no police and almost nobody in metro but many
lights that show you when it arrives,
many chocolateries and many tulips...
little and high houses each one different from the
others but with the same roof,
St. Catherine with its vintage shop...
someone speaks French somone speaks Holland
but everybody speak English,
smell of pee and little Art Noveau doors with a
variety of colours...
Magritte, fish and chips, a lot of parks where you can draw,
dream and talk...
Berlaymont, strange and big,
Belgian beers with lemon or raspberries...
Atomium with its silver balls, it's useless but
turists and Belgians become crazy for its shapes,
"Love is all", Sweden indie rock group that
leads me everyday in my walking...
bicycles and skates,
cartoons on the houses' wall, Pan Quotidiane...
and I with my sketches' book dreaming that one day,
my country will be more fair, more simple...
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