Goodbye Flemish singers,
to hug the horse, the small wineskin,
to Slick and fine gentleman,
and days stuck in heat.
Farewell to colored light bulbs,
politicians speak weary,
the brotherhood, the rock and casino
and the gypsies sell you flowers.
phlegmatic Goodbye fairground,
the bulls without earless,
to local TVs creaking,
no ground to dust settled,
the heavy, the nice, the pedantic,
and the money I spent on wine.
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