Shoes!

What streets have you walked through, O shoes? O shoes! What secrets have you kept hidden within you? — from the time of wooden sandals to the time of leathers and suedes? — Have you rolled pebbles? Ants? Have you crushed green meadows? Or none of these? You walked, only walked, out of caves and forests till you reached the dance party? — the end of all roads: a party in a back room or a hall in the towers. — till you reached the dance, only the dance, dance for the sake of dancing, with no next destination. — Pretty shoes, do you know? — Like love...