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Waiting for Love
Madeleine by Jaques Brel( 1964)
1.“ I am waiting for an arrival, a return, a promised sign. This can be futile, or immensely pathetic; In Earwartung( Waiting), a woman waits for her lover, at night, in the forest; I am waiting for no more than a phone call, the anxiety is the same. Everything is solemn: I have no sense of proportions.“( Schoenberg in Barthes, 2002, 37)