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5 o’clock Brussels

By February 8, 2019June 16th, 2020No Comments

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5 o’clock Brussels

“Tea-time!”, you said?

“Non-Sense!”

Rue de la Loi/ Wetstraat,

The major Straße,

Home to the EU Commission,

The Prime Minister and the Parliament,

Is burning with car lights.

After the labour

Bureaucrats

Are jammed towards

Shopping and homes.

Same phosphor,

Same shining,

Same vehicles

Trapped in the odor of benzene.

What keeps some here alive

Is the wax,

Is the love

Of an imaginary candle,

The Fictitious tea smell

That makes the heart beat

In the mid of this sinfully beauteous

5 o’clock promenAde.

A symphony of claxons and tires

Is not a relief that one acquires

After

A good long cry.

One can stand everything,

Even this arrestive and useless, but piquant

5 o’clock car time.

One can stand everything

When one is ready for anything,

When one imagines a candle

And has time for tea.