Present from Lieven 9.

Lieven Grillaert Death is in the flower’s heart Why to cry for life of any petal ? Death in purple ink of weary pens Betrays the written yearnings …On his scented paper. Death is laughing in his cry; His broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve. Death ignores the plight of any purity He doesn’t care or […]

Present from Lieven 5.

Lieven Grillaert And Now For Something Completely Different (Monty Python’s ) lol *** Sleepless, I lay last night and watched the slow Procession of the men who wear my clothes: First, the grey man with bloodshot eyes and sly Gestures miming what he loves and loathes. Next came the cheery knocker-back of pints, The beery […]