The November 3 of 2006, Paul Mauriat put imaginarily his scores on the desk, he got dressed with one of his favorite jackets, and he went toward the eternity. He adopted forever in his trip, the spiritual dimension that he knew to enlarge with his music, and to the one which, with his talent of wise man, he brought near us during so many years.
We grew with his brilliant colors and with that fantastic kaleidoscope in endless ways that takes their name, and that with his departure, he gave us as a legacy that we will know how to maintain on high beyond our lives.
In our dreams, in our lives, in the daily walking of our long road, he was always there. His music projected and elevated our feelings to that plane without space neither time that placidly received them to transform into moons, stars and suns.
We are those anonymous men that Paul made an effort in knowing, in listening at distance our quiet words, making us feel always his friends.
That music that gave us fresh rains in torrid afternoons, and heat camp fire in cold nights, today seems to cover with immense kindness, an universe of souls and hearts that he loved, where each soul and each heart are notes in their scores, those notes that he wrote for his nearer affections, for us to who he called their friends, and also for all those that could to listen them for the first time.
The wisdom of the men is not measured by his academic knowledge, the wisdom of the men finds the definition in his spiritual projection. And Paul Mauriat, spread for the air his wisdom toward the other ones in music form that draws blue lakes, snowy picks, green prairies, flowers, rainbow, seas, beaches, tender eyes, hands friends, and angels that take care of all the beautiful dreams that we can imagine.
Modest, sober, and friendly, Paul will always be close to us, and maybe nearer, every time that we listen his music, because for her he lived and he lives in his harmonies that seem to be renewed in his inexhaustible variety.
The stars that also grew with his name, and that the November 3 trembled their light with pain when seeing he leave, today they shine again when listening in the eternal immensity of the life, that wonderful music of infinites shades and endless light, of his hands, the hands of Paul Mauriat.
Rob
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