Le Petit Prince

“The little prince”. I used to have this young friend who was a professional surfer from the French “Reunion Island” (West of Madagascar); I used to date his sister. While traveling the world he would always come through Paris and stay with us for a few days. The last time I saw him he was on his way from Paris to Portugal in a rental car with a friend of his. I remember that moment when I waved goodbye to him. He had somewhat of a James Dean character and was full of energy.

I was a bit worried about him driving. That was the last time I saw him. He died in a car accident in the North of Portugal on one of those dangerous and tortuous roads. He was 21, you don’t leave this planet when you are 21 !! This song is for him and his sister.

Assis à méditer,
un désert à traverser
Assis à méditer,
une fleur à mes côtés.

En coup de vent de l'océan il passait,
nos vagues à l'âmes lui plaisait.
Paris-plage escale de liberté,
son âme soeur l'attendait.

Les cartes des pays de son pèlerinage,
import-export de bonheur caché dans un coquillage.

Refrain :
On le croise au delà des brumes,
le petit prince réunionnais.
On le croise au delà des dunes
le petit prince réunionnais.

Prince de l'océan indien de villes en villes,
tu partageais ton calumet.
La vague de trop, c'est vague,
ce gros paquebot.
Qui t'a envoyé en l'air,
qui t'a envoyé là haut.

Tu nous guide de ton étoile, ton paradis,
ton amour, donne un sens à nos vies.

Refrain :
On le croise au delà des brumes,
le petit prince réunionnais.
On le croise au delà des dunes
le petit prince réunionnais.
Il surfe au clair de lune
le petit prince réunionnais.
Au clair de lune,
le petit prince réunionnais.

Where do children walk away
Where do angels change their wings...