Auguste could have been my son. I would have loved him all the same. Life seems to take other directions than those we would like and death strikes in ways so painfully unexpected, which we see as unbearably unfair. The piece is played on my old piano, which I saved from the dust and ressuscitated out of the plastic layers it was covered with because of the months-long renovation work being done in my house. The piece opens and ends with a reference to the Song of Anouschka - Anouschka being Auguste's mother. You can hear birds too, for Auguste was a man of nature, his father called him "le directeur de la buvette des oiseaux" when he was a little boy. He was 23 in July 2023.

Être majestueux

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