A shadowed chord now fades from mortal air, The strings fall still where once his fingers flew. Night holds its breath to hear what is not there, Yet feels the ache of notes it always knew. He walked the edge where sorrow turns to flame, Where beauty blooms from wounds the heart must keep. In…
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Tchéky Karyo
Quand ton dernier soupir quitta la scène, Un feu s’éteignit dans le grand décor du monde; De Paris à Sofia, ton âme humaine Fit vibrer l’art d’une flamme profonde. Ta voix portait le poids des jours anciens, La grâce farouche et la douleur du fer; Tu fus soldat, amant, prophète et rien, Mais tout cela,…
The Cure: A Soundtrack to Growing Up Gen-X
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