I see the scales of Haarlems’ roofs
And curtainless my neighbours’ rooms
The only thing this city hides
Is the parade of yachts tonight
In spring when sun wakes up from sleep
All fields are coloured bright and deep
And windmills scare the playful winds
To spread the pretty flowers’ seeds
The chimney of the coffeeshop
(I must confess I live on top)
Brings me when sitting outside
To where the crying seagulls fly
When I discover other lands
Change languages cuisines and beds
My Holland’s holding me so tight
That’s how I got this place is right
15/08/2023
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