A man was walking the lonely streets of Liepaja

to visit the sparkling sea.

He scanned the horizon, sun on his face

thinking: those sparkles could be me.

He walked past shaken houses

wondering who left them behind

poor old shattered ladies,

He figured: beauty is all in the mind.

Along came Liepaja school

no building was ever so cold.

But through cracks all were buzzing and dancing

He said: I must capture this moment and hold.

By the end of the day he got to a church

shaggy, restrained, in despair.

He climbed all stairs and at its top

he realised: God, I love wind, I love sun, love this air!

He would never forget

how the sun, how it set

from that tower, that late afternoon.

So much for escape routes, one way tickets out

He might as well do away with

and be free

be proud.

 love,

Liesbeth Aerts

E-Motion The Way to work together in Europe

Third mobility to Latvia, Liepaja, 28/9 to 5/10/2013