Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died.
I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young.
Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live eleven years and four days longer than this fascinating man.
And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair?
Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad".
If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love.
With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles!
To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!!
Surely you will know some more.
May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :)
I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel, although in this very concert he does not sing one single favourite chanson of mine.
Happy birthday to you, Sean! x
ReplyDeleteSuddenly I'm very relieved to not have testicles! ;)
Mmmm ... thank you so much , Ashley.
DeleteAnd be sure: I am so glad you do not have testicles. :) x
A lovely concert for your birthday, Sean. Many happy returns of the day.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I'm your friend and so not subject to that magnificent curse. Irish, is it?
Ah, and that was not all. One of my presents was a CD with the "Best of Brel".
DeleteThank you very much for your good wishes, dear Susan. I am very glad, too, that via Jams I met such a lovely friend.
And I am delighted you would call the curse magnificent, the more as it is not really an Irish but a 'seanish' one. :)
Bonne Fête! Live long and happy, dear Sean....
ReplyDeleteAnd what could I wish to the few public females I can hardly tolerate?
Merci de tout coeur, dear Claude.
DeleteHm . . . well . . . what about testiticles, and then . . . :)
;-)
DeleteA belated Happy Birthday wish from me :-)
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you, dear CherryPie. :)
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