Last Colours (Tide of Madness) Paulette Wright 2013

[@domdaire1706]

Merci ,on ne t'oubliera jamais...

[@emmanuelferel6858]

musical bonjour . une jolie chanson . Bravo et un like de plus de la part du chanteur et poète Emmanuel Férel

[@joaquinmiguelbonnemaisonco1937]

Thank you dear Anne Catherine, tonight moved by the song of your daughter I will pray strongly 🙏🏼. Really, I'm sorry that fear won out on Paulette, because she had so much love to share and she had so much desire to live. The disease does not have a reason, it is just devastating, painful and unfair. In our time there is still no cure for mental illnesses, we only deal with an empirical basis and drugs capable of helping people to live with their illnesses on their backs. It is unfortunate that the prejudice, the lack of dissemination because it is a taboo, the fear of the effect is still called? But what are we talking about here, what it is about is not to hide this disease from the mind anymore and for it to become normal, like the rest of the diseases of the body, so that people are not afraid of being called crazy. The real madness is hiding mental illness behind a veil of silence, deep, unquestionable, unpronounceable, insurmountable for some like Paulette. I pray that this barrier will disappear and fear will cease to be the prison of the soul, of souls as beautiful as Paulette's. For the state to invest the necessary money so that consultations with the psychologist or psychiatrist do not occur every 3 months, for that reason and because the cause of mental illness is investigated, if it is genetic, if it is learned or if it is a tangible problem, physical .... good night to everyone who loved her, she was too good, she moves me strongly.

[@music-paulettewright1060]

thank you for your kind thoughts Joaquin.

[@reinhardgrinschgl534]

Try to pull the hours down Remember in our tower talk Stairs and scaffoldings in the dark Trying to make it all start up again Holding hands in the moony sky Following the sparkles of light I picked a few flowers way past midnight To save The last colours From the night To save Our love From the tide Of madness … Of madness … Of madness … I tried to believe this fairy tale And ignore the stinging With a hopeful look that cleans upon The coast lost among the boats I fear more than I can endure He fears more than he can enjoy His love, love… His love, love… Love … I stood in pain Waiting for a sound Acting insane Acting like a clown In the wind and rain Acting insane Acting in vain In the wind and rain Acting insane In the wind and rain Acting insane

[@acespeaker790]

thank you for this, just two small corrections - 'Remembering our tower talk' - 'With a hopeful look that leans upon The coast lost among the boats'