Now in Vienna there’s ten pretty women
There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
There’s a tree where the doves go to die
There’s a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Asides
A stitch in time would have confused Einstein.
Once there was a fallen love and I could touch it but was fear to death. How do I define …
Back to Gaya (Dhaka).
Stary night. Out of Dhaka. It is dramatic dark and only candles. Out of my town. Missing my wife.
Today I saw a great composition in the morning. There was heavy clouds and sunshine was passing through it where …
My freedom within the lights…
what a wonderful world!