Tones, music resonate with thousands of tunings
And make of our life a big bouquet of dream.
Thanks to this osmosis our joy is not short,
Each God’s piece of art is the one of a lone body.
Everything is symphony where colors melt,
Lapped with golden flames the big ethereal sky
Where purple turns into a golden mauve
Wrapped us in a silence blanket.
Ground is the palette where colors are exhibited,
Where nothing only exists if they are compatible,
To build peace, may Your art make us brothers
Not to ruin but to make a symbiosis.
It was summer, holidays. I was back from the hospital for a month and a half by now. I made a lot of progress but I didn’t dare to go for a stroll in town alone.
This morning, I decided to go for a little walk outside before I started my piano exercices. I went out in the garden. Calypso ran besides me. It didn’t rain, the air was chilly.
This is an extract from the translation in English of the book «Death will wait» written by Michel Hilger and Gilbert Bordes. For further information about the book, consult this page.
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