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§22: The World is Turning

The world is turning and minutes are spending,
The silence hand over to music,
Day and night get on well
Moon give way to Sun,
His friend and accomplice forever,
As I am for you, my beloved,
To blow away in petals incessantly
Sign my heart is not made of metal.

The world is turning and minutes are spending,
But you give meaning to time, to space.
Tirelessly my love is growing
Like his heart, he is also spreading.

In the caresses and in our pleasure
The breeding ground grows our wish
This golden thread spins our nest,
Which makes so clear our harmony,
Our passion is metamorphosis
Of two souls forever united,
In a continuous, infinite ballet,
Turning like the stars and the sky,
Lightening our lives with essential.

Wealth in our hearts, the eternity,
But also and especially our unity.
You will live in the shade of my wings
You, my only eternal passion.

Summer was vanishing. Days were shorter: morning was chillier. Autumn was coming with its yellow light, dry grass on the edge of the road. It didn’t rain yet, we were lucky. I continued my daily training. I woke up at six, had troubles to take over my left-sided stiff and almost right-dead body. I got up the stairs. After I emptied the dishwasher, I prepared breakfast. As I felt well enough, I decided to drive kids to school and my wife to the suburban train station. I went for a walk, and then played the piano for an hour and then the viola.

At the beginning of November, the “Academy of Arts” in Thiais was finally inaugurated. Classes started again. Up to the last moment, I feared a violent storm or a physical problem prevented me from going to work with my car. I didn’t know why but the fear something could impede my plan kept me awake for a long part of the night. I looked after any noise, searching for thunder but it was only plane rumbels and inside me, the beginning of a big dizziness which prevented me from going to work. The weather forecast told it was going to be stormy and on the morning, the sky was clear and I was fine. Thank you Lord!

I rescheduled my agenda and asked to the director for only giving me classes on the afternoon in order to use the morning to make my rehabilitation exercices. Florence planned to come with me. She took her car and drove I front of me. We left at 1 P.M. I followed her. It was not crowded because it was lunch time but my see sight made me uncomfortable. So I drove slowly. We arrived in Thiais quite easily and the students gave me a standing ovation. The “miracle man” was back and I was deeply moved by their congratulations.

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§22: The World is Turning

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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