Dust of tears in a park bench ,
in Brussels ...
That sunless day ,
rain wetting the eyes
of dead leaves ...
Absinth of your skin ,
lake of absence ,
lost summer and now,
a year and go ..
long memoride ,
your landscapes
travelling in still life
and love style ,
on a park bench,
in Brussels...
Jesterday voyagers
sitting on the beach
of nights ...
Murmurs touching
the cold abyss of the mirror ,
the ice cream man will no longer pass
in the forbidden foliage...
Letters of water ,waverer form,
engraved in the moody wood
of the old park bench ...
Muppets grave orchestra ,
A year and few waves again,
in Brussels...