At this point, I only hope he can rest peacefully And that a part of him has been reincarnated into an unassuming cherub. At this point, I just hope that one day when Iβm old and grey-headed In Soho or Orlando or in Florence... Iβll come across a young man laughing. A young man who resembles him: his unique look, the distinctive voice, distinct laugh... I wonβt know it and neither will he. But perhaps weβll meet again for a split second In another time, another place, another life...