dear belgium,
it is only a matter of time before I make you something special-
your indestructible presence:
i have to push it out
but how can i celebrate you without doing you wrong/
crushing your soul/
killing the most enjoyable pain-
you bring the gift I am so fond of:
a million memories
BLACK-YELLOW-RED
i ask myself
are you me?
have we become each other?
as we lay on our fictive bed
we embrace an inexistent future
let me fix you something
that soothes the pain
a film about us and the past we share
only then can we have a future
only then shall I stop being your maniac
your BELGIAC