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In Memory of Victor

 

Too soon. 

When I think that you are gone it is unimaginable, a sadness rushes over me, and as the tide hits I see you in one of my many memories and a smile pours over my face. 

How can it be true that someone as full of life as you were, is no longer here? 

Shock. 

I feel for your family, your beautiful family.

Victor, words escape me-

Please pray for Victor's family, Valarie, Clara, Lena, Katty, Zacharie and Salome who bear such unbearable sadness.

xxx

 

"You know, I'd never been as happy as I was that morning
We were walking along a beach like this one here
It was autumn, a beautiful autumn day
A season that exists only in America's north
Over there they call it Indian summer
But it was just simply ours
With your long dress you looked like a Marie Laurencin watercolour
And I remember, I remember very well what I told you that morning
A year ago, a century ago, an eternity
 
We’ll go wherever you’d like, whenever you’d like
And we will still Love each other, when love will have died
All our life will be the same as this morning
With the colours of Indian summer
 
Today I'm far away from that autumn morning
But it’s as if I were there.
I think of you.
Where are you?
What are you doing?
Do I still exist for you?
I look at this wave that will never reach the dune
You see, like the wave, I lay on the sand and I remember,
I remember high tides, sun and happiness passing
over the sea.
An eternity, a century, a year ago.
 
We will go wherever you’d like, whenever you’d like
And we will still love each other, when love will have died
Our whole life will be the same as this morning
With the colours of Indian summer."
 
"Joe Dassin L'ete Indien"
       


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