Die Rosen in Lotty's Garten waren in voller Blüte, als ich ankam. Jetzt sind ihre Blütenblätter vom kalten Nordwind verweht. Manchmal geht es einem auch mit Menschen so. Letzten Donnerstag noch haben sie mich voller Herzlichkeit angestrahlt, die alten Augen von Manel. Und heute sind sie für immer geschlossen. Er fiel einfach tot um, als er seine Hühner wie jeden Morgen füttern wollte. Welch ein Glück, ihn umarmt, seine runzligen Hände und stoppligen Wangen berührt zu haben!
The Rose
by Amanda McBroom, gesungen von Bette Midler
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.
Friedhof in Zennor, Cornwall
God saw when his footsteps faltered
that the way had grown to steep
so he closed his eyelids gently
and sent our loved one to sleep
