21st floor, Brussels.
And grumbling, this city shivers, and hides
from the creeping cold fog that tries to crystallize it,
from the sharp needled snow, hunting for its dark and warm places.
So let us flee to the undergrounds of this city,
where fire and red meat and wild stories,
keep our hearts and minds wanting.
djr
from the creeping cold fog that tries to crystallize it,
from the sharp needled snow, hunting for its dark and warm places.
So let us flee to the undergrounds of this city,
where fire and red meat and wild stories,
keep our hearts and minds wanting.
djr
posted by dejongerembrandt at 4:15 pm
1 Comments:
Ik vind jouw blog gewoon leuk. :-) Je hebt mij in lang vervlogen tijden eens gevraagd wat ik zoal speel; wel, cello. Normaal barok maar ik ben net Brahms aan het ontdekken. Ben jij parlementair of zo? Sorry voor de onsamenhangendheid.
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