Tribute photo for Sean MULLINDER
The good days
Left by Zak French Bell:
02/02/2014
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Sean, you were my brother from England since we met in 1975.


Now I understand why you stopped writing me and why you didn't come to France as you planed it.


Will never forget you.


Valérie

Valérie Baqué:
24/06/2012
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Candle tallcandle
Left by KEITH.:
24/01/2012
Candle candleinglass
Left by KEITH:
04/03/2011

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Zak French Bell:
23/01/2011
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