Showing posts with label Jacques Brel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jacques Brel. Show all posts

Sunday, October 09, 2022

Dans le port d' Amsterdam

Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died. I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young. Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live twenty years longer than this fascinating man. And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair? Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad". If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love. With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles! To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!! Surely you will know some more. May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :) I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel.


Jacques Brel (April 8th, 1929 – October 9th, 1978)

Wednesday, April 08, 2020

Légende Jacques Brel



Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Wednesday, October 09, 2019

La quête



Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Tuesday, October 09, 2018

Hommage à Jacques Brel



Jacques Brel 8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978

Patricia Kaas *9 December, 1966





Monday, October 09, 2017

Jacques Brel



Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Thursday, December 01, 2016

Friday, October 21, 2016

60 Years Ago



Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Sunday, October 09, 2016

Le Plat Pays



Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Sunday, October 02, 2016

Saturday, October 01, 2016

Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Friday, November 08, 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Praised be her Madness :)

Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died.

I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young.


Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live eleven years and four days longer than this fascinating man.

And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair?

Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad".


If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love.

With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles!

To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!!

Surely you will know some more.

May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :)

I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel, although in this very concert he does not sing one single favourite chanson of mine.