Monthly Archives: April 2015

Buddy on the Wavre Street (Brussels through the eyes of a zinneke)

He ran away, used the rare occasion when he was not tied to the fence by an old greyish rope. The gate was open and he took the opportunity… So good, to feel the use of one´s limbs, to enjoy … Continue reading

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La calle nueva

Hace cuatro días que vivo en el hotel. Tengo que comprar un cuaderno nuevo, o mejor más, porque solo me quedan algunas páginas en blanco por rellenar. Me vendría bien dejar estas cuatro paredes unas horas, sentir el sol tímido … Continue reading

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The Mall

There is this mall that does not make sense.

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Brussels – remembered?

“But what would keep bringing back those images of that particular place, repeatedly, to my spirit?” she asked her co-counsellor, who sat facing her, clutching her hands in his. “It is important that you hold on to those images, as … Continue reading

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