Parlons de ce que nous laisse ce voyage. Un souvenir, une pensée, une image, des mots qui résistent à l'oubli! Parlons de cette vie là, qui se vit et qui sévit! une vie qui passe encore et encore et puis qui s'arrête pour toujours!
Thank you for having existed. Thank you for being great in a modest life. Thank you for letting yourself be forgotten, for carrying your pain quietly so it wouldn’t spill on anyone else. Thank you for your courage, your patience, your dignity, for five long years of struggle when everything was taken from you except bravery.
“The dead do not speak,” they tell me, But it’s the living who murmur the words left hanging, The living, these cemeteries without tombstones. Since you left, you’ve taken up residence in my young graveyard. You, who were the cement, so loving, so alive. Once, you told me this story,