Quai des valses

Not in the repertoire any more

It is said…

The smell of the Harbour
The smell of noise and songs
The smell of work, encounters, people
Yellow lights, orange, and neons
And I am back.
And I am back to see.
I am last in the party
I speak to the Harbour, to these old buildings
To the Sea unchanged
I am last in the party
But all is there, organized
The Sea swings on, the lights are still there
And I am present. It is only a quarter to three.
The Sea, the Harbour, the lights, Me, we are in for a good laugh
Too bad for the others, but they should have been there.”

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