have you ever seen a flying horse? orelse summer in Antwerp

Summer in Antwerp is like summer anywhere else... just perfect. 
Life unfolds in soul caressing sunny mornings and late warm sunsets, peaceful evenings mirroring in the Schelde unless it's in the beer you're having on a roof while listening to strange birds making even stranger noises. (In fact I think they're flying monkeys thinking they are birds, or the other way round. don't ask me what they're doing in Antwerp, I didn't ask them. I just shouted "f*** you!" when they were too noisy --which, as I was said, is weird too..)
Summer and its storms that catch you on an open air festival evening. Sarajevo laughed at me when we hit the road between the corn fields and headed to Sfinks festival because I had flip flops on, whereas she had a pair of brand new sneakers to avoid wet feet...well when we came out of Anderland (the music box) after a great set of Acid Arab and all that was around was mud, I couldn't help from having an evil smile on my face as I took off my flipflops to walk happily barefoot. Rain,water, power cuts and thousands of people dance walking in some kind of apocalyptic vision that gives you though an immense sensation of freedom and relief. For one moment, you are perfectly free to wade in mud like a kid (or a pig) and it's amazing!
My smile faded away when I got home and found out my legs were brown up to my knees and realising that it probably already was so when I was proudly dancing on the box next to the djs.. (sexy dancer in a nice dress with legs covered with mud.. hmmm)
Summer and its working days when everybody is melting on their office chair in the middle of a meeting and someone has the great idea of getting some cakes and fruits and have a break because no one can think straight.
Summer and its naked sensuality, while you cook in your kitchen and first hear, then see a couple making love in the frame of an open window opposite yours and you suddenly realise you're also exposing yourself in underwear in an open window.
Summer and its magic mood that makes you dance and sing out loud hoping no one is gonna complain about it, and no one actually does because no one cares. Even if you sing about a flying horse.. by the way have you ever seen one?- a horse that flies? 
For I have. I may even tell where..but you can only see it in summer...