Sunday, February 27, 2011


I miss your streets that reek of piss and corpses
littered with wandering homeless insane
your quartiers with race wars
your quartiers with racial harmony
I miss your arches
your sculptures
your structures
your buildings
your boulevards
your snobs
I miss your cafes flooded with debates
I miss your raleurs always protesting
I miss your fatal moto crashes
I miss crying in your metro
I miss ignoring your beggars