Jacques Brel (April 8th, 1929 – October 9th, 1978)
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Sunday, October 09, 2022
Dans le port d' Amsterdam
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 twenty years 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.
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Thursday, December 01, 2016
Friday, October 21, 2016
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Saturday, October 01, 2016
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Saturday, October 18, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Monday, October 13, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
Friday, November 08, 2013
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Praised be her Madness :)
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.
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.
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