THAT NIGHT #13

It was June 1989. It was the night you were gone, the night that the melody from your Saxophone was louder in our ears. The night you left us, but the sound of your music will always be alive in our hearts and ears. They were the most beautiful nights of our lives. Hearing you playing for us, only for us, just for pleasure, just because you always loved it. Let's rewind the time. Every Summer on holidays, spent 4 weeks in the village, where my Grandparents lived. Every single summer for more than 15 years. My uncle, Cousin of my father, lived in France, and the family always gathered together first in the village. All Kids of the neighborhood waited desperately for him to touch and see his...View all