Twenty-six years ago, this most wonderful woman--one of the finest singers of her generation--drew down the curtain on her life.
She had suffered so much, so much brought upon herself. A difficult childhood, her eye problem, three of her men took their lives.
We never met--the best that was happened was that we saw her in a restaurant. Not long after she died, we were invited to have lunch with another singer friend at her home in Montmartre.
Luigi Tenco was one tragedy Dalida never recovered from. Singing his songs used to cut her up, yet she kept singing them.
We attended the ceremony at the Hotel de Ville on 3 May 2007 for the twentieth anniversary, and there wasn't a dry eye in the house.
Today will be for her, and for her alone.
Sleep peacefully, Yolanda.