Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved.


Le livre de ma mère [The Book of My Mother] (1954)


Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved.

Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved.

Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved.

Never again I would know her slow kisses which are hardly felt. Never again the ringing mourning bells, songs of the dead that we loved.