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Our Little Prince

April 22, 2016

I was 10 or smth when my brother was pretty tipsy on his birthday and it was only after all the guests left that he lifted me up on his shoulders holding my ankles (you know the drill) and danced with me. Danced by himself with myself attached to him. “Purple rain” was the song he
so passionately sang along on. On repeat and I loved it. Our moment. Our song.

And he kept on telling me stories, best friend stories, while singing and slow motion dancing.

Years later I knew what sorrow in love tasted like (any kind of love) and some more years later (hey, mom) what tipsy was like and what the combination of these two can do to you on “Purple rain. When memories kick in and dreams drum all over.

I remember of loving my brother so much back in the days that I not only forced him to take me to all of his parties, but I would not go to sleep anywhere in the house but his room, with him and his music in it. Prince was there to help him put me to sleep. His friends are my friends, you know.

Later on – teenage on – “Cream” was on and my then boyfriend tried to turn me on. Jees, what am I saying here? And I am so sober.

But you see?

This is what music does to us.

It is the soundtrack of our lives.

Then there is this day when your mind won’t stop and nothing feels right and then “The most beautiful girl in the world” starts in your headphones and you can actually feel the sun rays on your skin, your hair breathing and your lips softly smiling. I’m sure it works for men, too. You think of your crush as being the most beautiful girl in the world. You. Us.

This.

It is something about this. It is something clean. Natural. Genuine. Kind. In an era where everyone seems to pretend, very few remain true.

And make us fall in love with love.

I am no good with disappearings, it impresses me too much and it feels like words are too small and everybody says things when all I feel is just shutting up. But when overpassing the overwhelming grief at some sort of level deep inside somewhere in the echo and soul, all we really should do is honour this lovely human being, hold our loves tight, sing, create memories and watch this little Prince bathing in the rain.

Start to love the rain.ozinparis-prince

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