The Messengers of Death


The Messengers of Death

by Pierre Magnan

When a house has just lost its soul, a stricken silence falls over the sudden emptiness that no one will fill again. And all the noises that may be made later in that house will be like a scandalous din, ugly echoes from one room to another, from one corridor to another, sharp and discordant as if the walls are no longer able to absorb any music once the source of harmony has been taken away. But this strange detail about the power of death can only be picked up by ears that are very attentive to the smallest murmurs of life. Rational people go through these empty spaces with the serenity of a lawyer, and their indulgent smiles categorise you if you decide to point out in their presence that there is something lacking in the atmosphere.

Rest in peace, Ala.

Born: November 13, 1916

Died: May 27, 2010, 12:00 mn.

You shall be always remembered  for you have shaped a significant part of my life. I hope you and papa are now in eternal peace.

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