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In a frank look, still young, informed,
With a smile underneath.
On expeditions on LNG:
in the Mediterranean ocean platforms.
dazzling prospects mouchées cloud
cutting the water towers of Wallonia.
Blue blue stone
which was uttered pinnacles of cathedrals and cobblestones.
Blue neon night
the appointment of campaign
nights in unspoken
tired of their bourgeois domestic nights.
Blue X in ecstasies immobile
stolen from the T.V. the heart of the night.
Tranquil blue horizons of Mary
A woman at her window
Vibrating with the desire of happiness
Blue mutual friendship
Blue as the expected
in multiple blocks, staggered ties
abreast of the latest workers at La Louviere
or the last cyclists to Mont Ventoux.
There, the courage and sweat
peaks that are on time.