D-YS222 - Album no. 318

Le souvenir a des mains pleines de fleurs, et les yeux de rayons. Il est dans nos maux et nos peines Le seul ami que nous ayons. (M. Monnier)

Memory has its hands full of flowers, and sunrays in its eyes It is the only friend we have for our aches and our pains (M.Monnier) The year which runs away is followed by another one who also dies. Another step of time! Another limit reached in life. Another dark winter thrown on our springs! (Victor Hugo)