2 thoughts on “Alain

  • 2020 január 11, szombat at 23:55
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    Papa,
    Someday, when I’m awfully low
    And the world is cold
    I will feel a glow just thinking of you
    And the way you looked that day.

    Yes, you’re lovely
    With your smile so warm, and your cheek so soft
    There is nothing for me but to love you
    Just the way you looked that day.

    With each word your tenderness grows
    Tearing my fear apart
    And that smile that wrinkles your nose
    Touches my foolish heart

    Lovely, never, never change
    Keep that breathless charm
    Won’t you please arrange it, ’cause I love you
    Just the way you looked that day.
    Just the way you always been.

    And…..

    And I’ll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places,
    That this heart of mine embraces, all day through,
    And in that small cafe, the park along the way,
    The children’s carousel, The chestnut trees and the wishing well,
    And I’ll be seeing you, in every love me summer’s day,
    In everything that’s light and gay, I’ll always think of you that way,
    And I’ll find you, in the morning sun, and when the night is young,
    I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you.

    You are my first love, from my very first breath to your last one…
    Je t’aime et tu me manques plus que tout au monde.
    Adrienne. Ta fille.

  • 2020 január 10, péntek at 07:19
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    It’s your birthday! The first since you are gone.
    Thinking of you!
    In me heart you are still alive!
    Mr. T.
    Tamás

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