When Men Will Live of Love
I’m singing Raymond Lévesque’s song this afternoon: “When men will live of love, there will be no more wretchedness; and the beautiful days will begin, but we’ll be dead, my brother. When men will live of love, there will be peace on earth; the soldiers will be troubadours and we, we will be dead my brother.” Tears well up in my eyes as I hum…
October 7, 2024