"Les Belges sont les plus braves" - Jules César

Apartheid qu'ils disent!

Liberté qu'ils disent!

Pour notre bien qu'ils disent!

On voit bien qu'ils médisent.

L'égoïsme commun

Nous arrive d'en haut.

Le Nord ne fait qu'un

Et nous croit puceau.

Mais des exceptions

Nous font baisser garde.

Loin dans leur bastion,

Les vrais nous entartrent.

Je ne vis plus là,

Mon esprit se barre.

Je contemple, las,

Les débats d'avares.

Something has to, someday, happen to break down Europe and bring the war back inside its borders. I think the starting point is in the heart of the EU, in Belgium. I live in a country that is going to, someday, blow up and kill the dream of Peace that the first post-war generation once had  in mind. I dont know how long its going to take, maybe long after I die. But it will happen. There isnt one big issue, there are a million small issues that each concerned can work out without taking the easy way: prejudice.

But is manhood worth it?

Lets make a picture of these words

So yeah I saw Across the Universe again, on the way to Chicago South. But like really, that movie is some crazy stuff to watch. It helps me a lot when I think about writing. This one is deeper than what most people will probably think. And I'm not going to explain who or what this poem goes to. Because your role is to make your own interpretation.

Maybe we argue too much

I think about no real matter

But only to stay in real touch

We need to choose the right fire

I would let you give me the last word

So that you can give me something.

To get anything from you means the whole world,

I just dont really know how this is working.

Je ne vis plus d'espoirs, mais d'attentes.

La foule est toute ouïe

Perdue dans son illusion mondiale

Mais nous on est là, on jouit

Rejoins-nous, pour un plaisir cordial.

(Je vais dormir, car quand je rêve, il y a du soleil et du skateboard)

(Im going to bed, because when i dream, i can see sun and skateboards)

Le Carré en 7 syllabes.

C'est à Liège que ça se passe

On appelle ça le folklore

La bouteille et l'oeuf se cassent

La réputation encore

L'alcool la fait exister

Géraldine se sent comme membre

Club ou elle peut oublier

Espérer un moment tendre

C'est là qu'enfin tout bascule

Il est trois heures du matin

Et elle zappe le fascicule

Contre l'alcool, elle a le vin

La sirène vient, la rappelle

Son prénom, c'est Géraldine

Souviens-toi des hirondelles

Une bière égale deux tartines

Elle ne se souviendra pas

De ce qu'elle a fait sous l'bar

Elle dira à Nicolas

Qu'elle était cool jusque tard

Ode to...

...the nights we can't remember with the people we will never forget.

(Being left is harder than leaving. You were right...)

Five days so intense

Spent with my best friends

We took a trip there

We just didnt care

What more can I say

Why couldnt we stay

Now I need to wait

And be trusting fate

A bientôt!

Retrouver.

Ressentir, re-sentir ça. Again.

It is hard. 

I cried.

Dont try to know why.

I cry when things get beautiful.

I love crying. Its like you feel you're drowning from the inside, you just need to take it... out.

Then it's such a relief. You lost the need to sleep. You stay awake. You know that anybody in your place would just sleep. But you arent. You need something else. Do you feel that much different? Hard to tell. Maybe. Maybe you feel different, but you arent, or the other way around. Doesnt really matter. The days are bright and filled with pain. So enclose me in your gentle game.

When things get rough.

The board gets tough.

I see you sleeping.

Or am I dreaming.

Bonne nuit les gens, car après, ça sera pire.

It only gets worse. I'm happy now.