For us there is no death. Rest here merely bones. Around you love's in flower, Zero though our breath, Etched into these stones. Read and feel its power.
I remember my first night in Qatar. I flew few days earlier than originally planned to make it to the concert. Pavarotti wasn't at his best anymore, but as always he gave his best. |
When I first saw that picture, I thought Demis Rousos died.