Beyond The Sea
This picture frame.
The wallpaper.
There used to be you and me there.
Not anymore.
I put it down.
Last night.
This wallpaper.
The picture frame.
I replaced it with another picture.
Of my naked feet.
Standing on the sand, in the ocean water.
A picture I took when I was at a small quiet beach.
Somewhere in the Mediterranea.
Alone.
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"When you really love someone
You want that someone to be happy
Although you may not be a part
Of his or her happiness."
I used to say, "Bollocks!" to that.
But perhaps.
Yet maybe.
It is better that way?
Or is it not?
It doesn’t matter.
If I knew something about life,
It’s about making choices.
Speaking of choices.
Last night, I heard that song again.
A forgotten song from my childhood.
A song that several years ago, someone had re-introduced it to me.
A song that makes my heart ache.
With what ifs.
With missing.
With longing.
I have made my choice.
To sing this song now.
To you.
La mer
Qu’on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
A des reflets d’argent
La mer
Des reflets changeants
Sous la pluie
La mer
Au ciel d’ete confond
Ses blancs moutons
Avec les anges si purs
La mer bergere d’azur
Infinie
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Songs by Charles Trenet (La Mer) and Bobby Darin, Frank Sinatra, Wet Wet Wet, Robbie Williams (Beyond The Sea)
