A friend is gone ...
March 9, 2011 by Yves Duteil
Patrick Pages, our friend Cevennes, died tonight at 21 hours. It leaves us in such a stream of light, that it is impossible not to share it with you. He was an artist in the kitchen, colorful and tasty. a poet. Painter bursting with emotions, full of pictures photographer, he dotted our friendship with that smile that comes to us today as an endless source of memories, of complicity. His motto "For nothing without love," has made its way to a passion shared by both the quality of its food and wine knowledge (best 
Sommelier of France) by the benevolence of his gaze and attention to others. His friendship we had, and we will remain forever precious. Since our meeting in Vialas, he lived our lives, our joys together, shared pain, whether smoothly or milestones, the decisive moments. Time does not count when a friend was in trouble. We did never left, and tonight, he is everywhere. Thank you for these beautiful days walking on the Roman roads to tank footprints on the stone, for this half-bottle of Yqem open as a mass, thank you for your lovely surprise visit to the European to the occasion of the release of Album "(fr) agile" as a challenge to the disease, thank you for opening your soul with your wine, your life with your arms ... Being dead for so fine living, it does not disappear. It's impossible, you're here, again, close to us, smiling at your good work of man of the world. Tonight, the call from our dear Philippe Faure-Brach was a blow to the heart. Seeing his name appear, we had already guessed Noelle and me you had just left. Two days ago, yet you told us on the phone, "I fight, I love you" ... You were not present at all our parties, you "was" all our festivals. There was always something about you in our happiness, advice, a recipe, a detail. There will always be something of you now in our life: your absence.
"You'll have your star one day for sure
But the whole sky is yours. "
Christiane, your wife, your son Lucien, and all yours, our deep affection and our love,
Noelle and Yves
MY FRIEND CEVENOL (Patrick Pages)
Words and music YVES DUTEIL
There is an inn close to a school
Somewhere in countries Cevennes
Like an old heart of stone on the side of a rock
In the middle of a forgotten village
It held feasts but one who serves
You speak so well that serves
He remains at heart a scent of friendship
Resembling bliss
He opens his life, his cellar and know
And his table is a history book
The flavor of his wine, like his look
Leaves as much tenderness and hope
He told us abandoned mines
The houses of the deserted valleys
The villages where trees and vines have grown
On the walls and collapsed roofs
In this curious scene of petrified forests
Where time seemed to stand still
He remained in places fragments of the past
The winds had not dispersed
Long walks in secret exchanged
We were a little less foreign
In these days of magic, shared joys
We still have a big void to fill
My friend Cevennes, you made me much pleasure
I have nothing to offer you my music
I write these verses in my head in secret
In discreet tribute to your talent
Do not be afraid to grow old, your happiness is here
In these stones where your father grew up
You'll have your star one day for sure
But the whole sky is yours.
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