Little trips


Little trips

To the countryside or a city.

To where country borders come together…

And stop to exist.

To see the buildings and houses workers in other countries built.

To talk the languages that happens to be spoken over there.

To find out which dialect overtook the others.

To discover the richness in words, the hidden worlds behind.

To meet people and have a little chat.

To read some funny things on walls of a pub…

please disturb because I’m boring myself”

Traveling by train can be poetry, and poetry like people gives a sense of beauty…

As beauty gives advice.

One spots the young tall man with the sheep dog…

On a world tour on foot ?

One sees a joyful colored waitress talking fluently west Flemish

Enjoys the songs that play in different rooms.

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