You had music, and the gift of writing lyrics as beautiful as poetries, that speak straight to the hearth. So many reflected themselves in your words, in the feelings that they were describing. Many shared your torments and asked themselves the same questions you asked yourself. “There is no room for the weak”m you said. … and took the resolution to leave this life. Maybe this made you so special: not only an artis, but an always there. I (and I think many others) try to talk to you, to feel you close to me. To ask you how were you feeling, what happened when you wrote some phrases. Your death made you closer to who had loved, love and will love you. Because you are living in your songs, you live close to us and listen to our hearts. And loneliness got filled, by someone who we feel close to us., who could understand what we feel, that felt that before us. Death made you a friend to whom ask for comfort, a presence close to the souls of whos still living in the nomans land. Thank you Ian https://youtube/watch?v=SPPUqYnTyx4
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 06:57:33 +0000
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