“You left me standing out in the cold
People ask about you, I didn’t tell them everything I knew
Well, I’m trying to get closer but I’m still a million miles from you.”
(Bob Dylan in Million miles)
Liège (B)
It’s too cold to hold you almost naked
No more workers will be changing clothes here
Empty line dancers
Line dancing
“As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play —
So my Heart, and so my Heart,
Following where your feet have gone,
Stirs dust of old dreams there;
He turns a toe; he gleams there,
Treading you a dance apart.
But you see not. You pass on.”
(R. Brooke in The Dance)
Grand-Rechain (B)