Brussels

They have seen rain
since before the fountains-
the grey bricks hide
in the golden plaza.



The arms of this city,
embrace between murals,
haute cocoa couture,
elegant grandeur
added to the unending childhood
of a blonde man, with a boy's heart;
Each step is joyful,
each language notorious

Prancing to the summit of each nationality
chased by its instinct,
of tulip,
hidden between the unforgiving
fog
of its laid-back personality.