Chilling out in the streets of Brussels in summer… I could sit, watch the world go by and lose track of time and myself…
In what is becoming an annual tradition, this is my latest attempt at poetry/prose inspired by the events of Karbala.
I travelled to a Brussels street to pay homage to my friend’s wonderful writings, and to try and better understand the love of writing.
I want to tell the world about this pristine, provincial-style capital that is picture perfect: Luxembourg City
what we think
what we like
where we go
what we see
who we are
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