Never mind, Sandy. With a tuft or without a tuft (should you have shaved it), in a short skirt or a long gown, in dark glasses or with a straight look, short or tall, slim or fat, robin or duck, it doesn't matter. The whirl should make both of us feel dizzy. Au premier temps de la valse, seule tu souris déjà Au premier temps de la valse, je suis seul et je t'aperçois ... Au deuxième temps de la valse... tu es dans mes bras Thank you Jacques for the thousand beats of your waltz. That's it. At the first beat of the waltz, you are smiling alone yet, Sandy At the first beat of the waltz, I'm alone and I catch sight or you ... At the second beat of the waltz, I hug you im my arms The snag is Sandy, that at that very moment I could think of Svenja... What does it matter, Sandy! For you to be 20 and me to be 20 stick to Brel for a moment you'll be back to Michael afterwards. As you said, Sandy, between the wish and the thing life lies waiting.
So my once in a life time blind date was a flop. I went to the corner nightclub but Svenja was to leave me high and dry. Most dancers were rather keen on hard rock but I managed so that the DJ throw a waltz just for me and my missing partner. I whirled round alone for a wild while with a deep thought for Svenja. We could have shared a Saturday night fever. But never mind, it's the way things go.
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20 Jan. 2010