Discover this extremely touching poem composed by Amicale member Isolda Wisshaupt.
To Roger, my husband
Together we lived,
You for me, I for you.
57 springs, a long time!
I remember: me, the damsel.
You, the comely knight.
In the tropical humidity united for life.
57 springs, serene!
Whispered in my ear, the manna spread
like the day before, the same!
57 springs, long!
Sickness appears, spreads in you,
vascular... scarlet... ribbon of fire
in the void; 57 springs!
You resist, it is tiring...
You let go, it's tempting...
You get stuck in recognition
always assumed; without complaint.
57 springs... that was yesterday.
Yesterday, a twilight March 6th
displaying : TERMINUS, in capital letters.