#botlek

So my friend (who doesn't speak too much Dutch) sent me a message through WhatsApp: I just Google Translated one of your poems, about a self centerd person... of course it got lost in translation but I still got the essence.

Yah can me! I won't have Uncle Google translate my poetry. I'll drop the English version myself! Here we go.

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It is lovely how she points out: lovely, you see? Talking about the Botlek, never about me.

She loves her own breasts like she loves industries. Do you think they're cute? she asks and I tell her yes... by absence of something real cute.

In lack of her affection I sometimes close the car door like I would her legs, just after I got out of there.

I lay one hand on the glass of the car window, it is cold similar to just beneath her butt cheeks I just so happen to know.

At the Maasvlakte she treats me with the only kiss of today. And I feel lucky since that is all I may.

2

Wondering if ever we had fun... We drove to Belgium, but there one can also find one way streets.

With you I was in a one way streak realationship. I loved you and you did so too.

It was such a simple bond we shared. I carressed you, or you carressed you.

We both thought you were the loveliest.