Lucas Dewaele, dagboek

(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t dying)

(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t thinking of an erotic touch)

(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t proud to be Flemish)

(while the sun was shining, I wasn’t being a part of Belgian worries)

(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of all the aspects of the most beautiful country on the planet,again)

(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of all the aspects of the most beautiful country on the planet)

(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of Harry Gruyaert, in Wissant)

(while the sun was shining, I was thinking of a nickname : Lucas Blurbsky)

(while the sun was shining, I was in France)

(while the sun was shining, I was looking at the production of selfies)

(while the sun was shining, I felt a shade of beauty)

(Mr. Rutakintome should believe me…)

(while the sun was shining, I fell into a situation or topic as if viewed from an altitude or distance)