Donibane

10th May 1983

is a date to remember.

It has been engraved in the bark of the lemon tree

It has been marked in my soul.

Little white car,

Starry starry night...

You will always be on my mind...

These bygone tunes echo in me in a jumble of notes, never put together again.

The melody is there not making any sense of it all.

Have you really existed ?

Have we really been ?

Or have we met on the bus of life between two stops... ?

You came in your leather sandals, your shirt was a dazzling white...

You, man child of the West Coast 

You got down in a long black overcoat, clinging to a black attache-case...

You were going to bury our very lives, our very souls

That I had stabbed without thinking or thinking too much,

in anger and frustration.

However, 

the epitaph remains, eternally engraved

in our souls and 

in the bark of the lemon tree :

10th May 1983