Dear Serge,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For far too long, this physical suffering that now prevents you from standing in front of your most loyal admirers has never ceased to move you. It has never ceased to bring you closer to people, their singularities and even their simplest details.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
Perhaps that's why you're taking your leave. Haven't we finally reached our full potential when we show such wisdom towards others? Isn't that what our lives are all about?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A man who suffers is undoubtedly the one best able to understand the sacrifices, the pain, but also all the distinctive signs of love. And yet, how can we express to you today, in the twilight of a very long and trying career, and whose desire to love is clearly stronger than ever, our surprise at seeing the name Roger Federer appear in the course of your final musical creations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first glance, its place in the repertoire is surprisingly intrusive. Then, the further into the album Loving<\/em><\/a>, the better we understand your choices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The men you love are really the ones you admire. The ones you respect, let alone the ones you want to be like. It's a completely different kind of love, but one that's no less sincere. No wonder, then, that it features on your album alongside your more carnal loves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n