Every hero has his day

Every hero has his day. This was yours.
42 years ago, someone was born. Just one more little boy, born in another simple day, like the others.
42 years ago, a singer was born. More than a singer, an interpreter, a poet.
42 years ago, he was born.

Now, we miss that voice. But, somehow, it will always be with us, just like his soul and poetry.
Because somethings are eternal.

"...and what do I want people to get from the music?
Whatever they want, you know...whatever you like."

Jeff Buckley

Happy Birthday, because you're still here.