27 mai 2008

Brussels, the city of Love...


I could talk for hours about how much I loved the few days I spent in Brussels. I could use thousands of different words to describe my feelings while I visited the Atomium, while I participated Brussels Gay Pride, or even while I saw the Manneken Pis for the first time ever in front of my very eyes... First of all, even though localted only an hour and a half by train from Paris, Brussels offers a wide choice of architecture styles, mixing with harmony, old and new, past and future, bricks and glass. In many ways, Brussels is very similar to Paris in its way of life, its French culture, and of course its French language which is spoken almost everywhere. On the other hand, the Belgian capital kept what Paris lost for decades, and what Amsterdam still keeps today : parks, trees, and a less stressful way of life than in the French capital. Eventually, I would rather say that I found Brussels to be a particularly attractive city. There, I made new friends and experienced the Belgian joie de vivre ! I did eat Belgian waffles, Belgian "French" fries - yes French fries are Belgian ! - Belgian speculaas ice cream, and of course, Belgian chocolates such as Pierre Marcolini and Godiva where I tasted fresh strawberries dipped in hot milk chocolate... Some days after, I spent lovely sunny days on the Flemish Belgian Coast of North Sea at Nieuwpoort and Koksjide.


Nevertheless, it would not be very fair from me to avoid the most important thing. As I told you so many times before, I would have never expected to find a boyfriend very soon, I have to admit that I was wrong. I did enjoy to visit Brussels but what I forgot to tell you about, is that I did find the guy I ever dreamed of. On this Friday evening, he passed my way and while we were speaking of many things, ours lips joined and we shared a single kiss, followed by many other ones... Everytime I look at him, I exhilarate and get lost in his blue eyes. While I watch him sleep, I love to glance at him and I finally realize how lucky I have been to find such a lovely man. Whatever we do, he always has an attention towards me, whether it be some fingers next to mine, or a serene face looking at me in a desirable way... Today, I wish I could tell him that there are no bars at my window, no ring at my finger, no palace to protect myself from the world. I have almost nothing to offer except being myself and loving him. Actually, there is just some gold at the end of my quill to write down these few lines to testify my feelings to him. I just follow his heart beats while I lay my head on his chest and it seems that time stops passing. I know he will read this article and I only want to whisper "Hush" to his ear because I do not want a word in reply to my words...


I want you to give me your hand and follow me... In the countryside, where fields of wheat grow knee-high and is as blond as your hair... In the vineyard, on the end of a stormy afternoon, where lightnings cross the sky and thunders make the ground rock... On the beach, at twilight, where the sun sets up and the wind draws waves on the sand... On the freshly mowed lawn of a public park, where people enjoy the freshness of the city after a hard day's work... In the mountain, where we would sleep and wake up with the rain falling down on the tin roof while I'm safe in your arms... In our bed, where hands brush skins and argan oil meets other fluids... In fact, there is no place where I do no want you next to me. When I think about all the conversations we had about what we both expected of a boyfriend, I now smile and hardly realize that I finally found in you, this imaginary cuddly blond guy I wanted to have. Your blue eyes keep on telling me how much you care everytime I cross your look and I tell myself that maybe you were right... And the unique thought I express in my mind in the timeless language of love, at this precise moment, is Je t'aime.