“I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws
The cryin’ rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause.”
(Bob Dylan in Lay down your weary tune)
Liège (B)
Greetings from Droixhe
I’ll wait at my window
“I know well he will not glance up once at my window;
I know he will pass out of my sight in the twinkling of an eye;
only the vanishing strain of the flute
will come sobbing to me from afar.
But the young Prince will pass by our door,
and I will put on my best for the moment.”
(R. Tagore in O mother, the young Prince is to pass by …)
Verviers (B)
