Todos querem ser chefes. Porque aqueles que se fazem escravos são cretinos e pedintes cujos patrões, quando se encontram frente a frente, se cumprimentam e se observam e se odeiam mutuamente. 

George Sand – Diário Íntimo

Antígona (2004)

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

My Papa's Waltz - Theodore Roethke

 Janet McCrorie

Heather Waltz 

Help comes when you need it most
I'm cured for laughter
Mood swings
Not sure I can cope
My life's in plaster

May your mind set you free
May your heart lead you on
May your mind let you be
May your heart lead you on

These wounds are all self imposed
A life's no disaster
All roads lead on to death row
Who knows what's after

May your mind be wide open
May your heart be strong
May your minds will be broken
By this heartfelt song
May your mind set you free
May your heart lead you on
May your mind let you be
May your heart lead you on
May your eyes let you see
May your heart lead you on
May your mind be wide open
May your heart lead you on

 Waltzing Along - JAMES