Hommage à Marie aux yeux d'or by Kordouane
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Quelques unes de ses chansons m'ont particulièrement touchée, c'était une hypersensible et d'une simplicité malgré une certaine notoriété. Nous nous sommes parlées plusieurs fois (entre 1969 et 1983) car nous étions voisines à Soulac sur Mer en Gironde où elle était née. Quand on me la présentait j'avais 13 ans et je me souviens avoir dit à la dame qui me la faite connaître "Je veux être comme elle plus tard". Cela n'a pas été la cas, mais je pense que l'image qui me reste d'elle m'a souvent inspirée pour mes modèles 3D.
Tribute to Mary with golden eyes
Some of his songs particularly touched me, it was a hypersensitive and simple song despite a certain notoriety. We spoke several times (between 1969 and 1983) because we were neighbours in Soulac sur Mer in Gironde where she was born. When I was introduced to her I was 13 years old and I remember telling the lady who introduced me to her "I want to be like her later". This was not the case, but I think that the image I have left of her has often inspired me for my 3D models.
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Comments (18)
gaius
Quels beaux yeux elle avait...nous ne referons plus les vendanges de l'amour avec elle.
Kordouane
https://youtu.be/i5QAQFdZgYU
Come, Come Come, come, it's a prayer Come, come, not for me, my father Come, come, come back for my mother Come, come, she's dying to see you Come, come, so everything may start again Come, come, without you life Come, come, is nothing but a long silence Come, come, which never ends
I know very well that this girl is pretty That for her, you're forgetting your own family I'm not here to judge you But to bring you back I heard that her love has taken hold of your soul Do you think it's worth the love of your wife? Who shares your fate Without ever letting go of your hand
Come, come, mother in September Come, come, painted the bedroom Come, come, just like before Come, com, you slept there Come, come, it's a prayer Come, come, mot for me, my father Come, come, come back for my mother Come, come, she's dying to see you Did you know that Jean started school? He knows the alphabet already, he's funny When he pretends he's smoking He really looks like you
Come, come, it's a prayer Come, come, you're smiling, my father Come, come, you'll see that my mother Come, come. Is more beautiful than before Than before, than before, than before, than before Come, come, don't say anything, my father Come, come, kiss me, my father Come, come, you're handsome, my father Come, come, lala lala Come, come, lalalalala https://lyricstranslate.com/fr/viensviens-come-come.html
Viewpoint42
Un peu trop jeune pour la connaître mais depuis que tu m'en a parlé j'ai cherché sur Internet pour mieux la connaître, merci à toi Mo pour cet hommage!
martial
Je l'avais beaucoup admirée également ne la connaissant qu'à travers ses photos et ses chansons
AureliusdeMercoeur
Un très bel hommage, Mo !
marcPoser
C'est un touchant hommage!
OkrimSlava
Great Tribute.
Koala44
Bel hommage pour une personne admirable, Merci
RG19
Music is a universal language. Beautiful tribute to a beautiful soul!
Jean_C
Certaines de ses chansons sont encore dans ma mémoire... Très bel hommage à une grande artiste!
MagikUnicorn
Bel hommage
moochagoo
Cella qui avait résisté aux avances de Delon
Saby55 Online Now!
That's stunning!!!!!
UteBigSmile
Magnifique hommage ma, Mo!
DukeNukem2005
It is very good!
Parme
Ouais, Je me souviens que jeune homme, je souriais bêtement...aujourd'huy, au hasard d'une page de web , je continue à sourire toujours aussi bêtement....je crois que je suis toujours aussi bête.
ikke.evc
Bel hommage.
dakotajaroo
belle hommage ,et encore une icone de talent qui nous quitte