Il est parti sans faire de bruit. Une folie passagère l'a emporté un soir d'automne ordinaire. Le vent a soufflé sur ses paupières alourdies par la poussière du jour. Un râle nordique a compliqué ses réflexes volontaires. Montréal s'est assombri d'un coup à 23.20 h. Une vie s'est éteinte dans une chambre aux rideaux fleuris, au 23ème étage d'une tour pétrifiée. Il gisait inerte sur un lit d'hôpital désarticulé, le visage émacié, les lèvres noires de dépit, les yeux mi-clos. Il est parti trop tôt, avant minuit, pressé comme un voyageur qui aurait eu peur de rater le dernier train pour un ailleurs lointain.
Robert Chidiac
Montréal- Canada
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When you were 17 and I was 16 (a year before moving to Canada), we went to the Goethe Institute in Beirut to learn German. I can’t recall how many times we used to sing “Die Gedanken sind frei” on our way to school, a popular old German song celebrating the freedom of thoughts. This is the song, which I will always associate with you in my heart:
Die Gedanken sind frei
My thoughts freely flower,
My thoughts give me power
No scholar can map them,
No hunter can trap them,
No man can deny:
Die Gedanken sind frei!
Firas, your voice echoes in my ears right now. Between my tears, I smile remembering how you once turned this meaningful lyric into a funny (but still very appropriate) version.
Free like a bird (as in the song), you lived your short life to its full extent, realizing so many great things in such little time! As you lived (fully, intensely), you passed away by flying in a rush to the after-life.
Brilliant, talented, loving, caring, courageous, crazy, and so handsome! You touched so many lives Firas. Not only you make us all proud, we are grateful because you made an amazing contribution to make our world a better place.
I am honoured to be your friend, Firas. Thank you for the wonderful memories in Montreal for several years. I love you so much. The last time you called me in Toronto, I told you so, adding to it “please don’t forget.” I hope you won’t.
I promise that I will always pray for (and be in touch with) your family. My heart goes to your parents and sister, to all your relatives, friends, and loved ones wherever they are, whoever they are.
You will be missed greatly… but most importantly, you will always be remembered! Love prevails and, yes I strongly believe that it can even transcend death. By keeping your memory alive, you will always be alive in our hearts.
Rest and fly in peace, my dear friend.
Love, Rima Azar, Toronto, Canada.
my god what happened to him?
i have read his blog for the past months and now am really in shock because he has passed away, can someone tell us please what happened?
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