Corbier's son posts a heartbreaking message after the death of Dorothea's comrade

The big children are in mourning. François Corbier, the famous musician of Club Dorothée died Sunday, July 1 in Evreux at the age of 73, leaving viewers fans of the legendary show in an infinite sadness . "The humor and the song were his weapons; Unfortunately, they have not been sufficient in the face of the disease wrote on Facebook his artistic agent Martial Benhamou, confirming the death. We will miss his words and his smile. "

Dorothée evidently also had very tender words of melancholy borrowing from her comrade, Alain Roux, whose real name is. " Our poet has pbaded away. We will miss him tremendously " she simply noted on Facebook, then continue her tribute to Gala.fr:» More than a partner, I lost a real friend Corbier will stay I never miss this poet who knew how to make people laugh and be moved, I will miss him very much, I think of his family and his family. "

This Monday, July 2nd, it is the turn of his son Wilfried Roux to pay tribute to his dad. On the social network, he posted a long and heartbreaking message, as PurePeople reports. " Ah my little dad! What will you have made me laugh! Today you make me damn crying .. This is not the first time but it will be the last. Even if you did not say it, or little, out of modesty or shyness, I know you were proud of me, as much as I admired you. You taught me a lot, you who had not studied, very much given, you who did not have much. You have transmitted to me, of course, the taste of words, of language, of literature, the love of song, of music; taught that curiosity was the key to everything, humor the best way to escape the anguish and darkness of the world. Marveling, thinking, doubting, respecting, loving, cherishing and of course singing and laughing are some of the verbs you have taught me to live with on a daily basis. How to forget your fuzzy eye when you faked a joke, your rants against injustice and stupidity, your sudden as terrifying anger that I feared as a child, your eyes misted and your voice broken when you were moved and I I have inherited. Go p'pa you were right it's not bad the Beatles, take your guitar that we sing Black Bird one last time! can read. A message that would undoubtedly be right in the heart of François Corbier

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