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Dont cry, my friend, for tomorrow will be spring They are so lovely and youre not twenty yet I took the road to her eyes And you can travel the path to her hair. I was giving many performances and taking part in many road shows. Everything was going well, and I even had the pleasure of being selected to participate in the Golden Rose song contest held in Antibes. But those who were guiding me did not really want me to become too famous an artist. That stage of my life had been planned to develop my sensitivity, and to accustom me to expressing myself in public, but no more than that. Even though the fact that I was among the contestants selected for the Golden Rose was being announced on the radio every morning, Lucien Morisse came to me one day and explained that he had to withdraw me from the contest. He said that I would understand why 1 1 1 wd " 1 So, in the end, I did not participate in that Golden Rose contest but had to continue to live on what I could earn from my singing, which I realized, would never be enough to buy a car that would get me into racing. Therefore, when I was offered the opportunity to become a representative for the company where I did my recording, I accepted immediately, convinced that I would be able to save up enough for a car in a few months. I found myself back in Bordeaux, where I was a commercial agent in charge of fifteen regions. I stayed there for a year and left when at last I had enough money to buy myself a competition car. I just had time to break that car in before a friend wrote it off in an accident. However, I had composed new songs during the year in Bordeaux, and a wealthy friend urged me to make another record, which he would finance himself. 133 My Lire UNTIL THE First ENCOUNTER - POETRY later, but he could not tell me more at that moment.