A moving farewell to Brel - buried at the Marchesi - from the old, talented friend
"I'm sure that today/You are caressing the breasts/Of Gauguin’s women/And that he paints Amsterdam./You both watch/The sun rise/Over the lagoons/Where white horses gallop/And your laughter reaches me,/In cascades, in torrents/And crosses the sea/And the sky and the winds/And your voice still sings."
Gauguin (Lettre à Jacques brel) -Barbara- Subtitulada