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I was at this funky bar. Don't ask me where it was and what was the name because I don't remember. It was one of those nights you like to tell your pals about without really knowing if what you remember of it, really happen. There was a train in the bar and they were playing this catchy electroswing. I had a drink or two too many. To be really honest, I probably had ten or fifteen too many, but you know ... what's the point in denying it. I like my drinks. So, there I was in a bar, or on a train in a bar sipping another of those great Belgian beers, when I saw her. She was standing there with her friends, about ten meters away. I don't remember her name, but I remember this moment really well. I stop talking and just stared for a while. She quickly realized I was looking at her and after a quick shy smile, she turned away. I kept on drinking and even though my friends were beside me talking shit like drunk guys know best, I have no idea what was going on ... I couldn't helped myself, but keep
looking her direction hoping she smile back at me next time she turned my way. I was there, trying to find an excuse to go see her, when she started walking our way. She sat beside me and asked for my name. I don't really know what happened from there. I don't think I ever answered her question, but I remember how beautiful she was.
Le moment est venu de m'arrêter
J'ai tellement déjà tourné en rond Et le temps a gagné, je l'ai trouvé long sans toi à mes côtés Et si j'ai bien compris c'est pour me réveiller Et si j'ai bien compris c'est pour méprendre La tempête apaisée je t'ai trouvé là justement quand j'allais tomber
I woke up has someone turned the lights on, people were walking towards the exit. I look at her in the eyes for what I knew, was the last time and ask her if I will see her again. She said nothing, but kiss me on both cheeks and turn away. I knew it was the only thing to do, but called her name
in the otherwise very quiet bar. She stopped, but did not turn. I heard a gentle voice like a whisper in my ears and she kept walking into the darkness. As I turn my intention back to my beer, my friends looked at me and ask me what she said before leaving. I took a couple sip of my beer and told them what she said.
And what did she said. Well, she asked me if I like Brussels now. The answer 6 months later is I don't know. I love Brussels that night. I like the people of Brussels who can be so chaotic at times, but so charming at other time. Just ask yourself how many countries would be running for two years like nothing is happening while there is no real government. Anyway, that night, I like the crazy architecture. I felt just like it. I understood why they couldn't make up their minds on what style of architecture they had to use for every single square in the city. I thought for once, it was just like me. Lost!
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liliram
liliram
Nice shot!
Looks like a painting! Lovely.