Here we go : nobody was waiting for this but I wrote it anyway, a sad lockdown-fueled poem about how much I love my city. Chance had me walking through Place de Brouckère one cold evening and its emptiness brought me to tears. Strange times…
Anyway, I hope everyone is safe and healthy and staying inside. <3
Wind-beaten squares pour into dark avenues Desolate maze of cobblestoned limbs Not even a ghost would dare Put a sheet outside What a strange world Where solidarity means isolation An open hand is fear An empty room feels safe Brussels, you taught me How to love fading into the crowd How to drown out sorrows in noise How to find kinship in strangers Brussels, the desert of your soul Still moves me