It took a while to finish this chain (started here , remember!). I do not know why. But I had more than enough songs to talk about the anger, a feeling that is far from having abroad. Without doubt there was too much for it as am able to choose one. She had to arise of itself. I'll do the easy amalgam between anger which has the synonym of "anger" in English and the term used to describe sin, "wrath", which is closer to the divine wrath than just anger.
So I had to wait. And tonight, I do not know why I had this urge to listen to Brel. I love Brel. For his texts, of course, for his songs, obviously, but also because it has a rather unusual faculty. That make me vibrate, shiver my whole being by a simple change in intonation. Normally, only a few lyrical soloists make me do so. It did for me one of those singers who are the only ones who can deliver the interpretation of their work. None other than Brel can not sing.
short, I'm rambling, as my habit. But what do you we still speak of the French artist I enjoy most.
Now then, to conclude that chain, I found nothing better than the song of old lovers , sublime love songs among the frustrated, tumultuous, impossible, found, tired, and finally also unlikely to be necessary. It is the abandonment, the end of the struggle, the recognition of love for what it is, it would have always been. It is quite simply beautiful. It is all to the brink, I can assure you, from me to generate feelings that are unknown to me.
My choice may sound inappropriate. But Brel will convince you. At worst, you have listened to one of the most beautiful songs ever. But ha! And say that I do not think you ...
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