B J Wilson, 2005, 2006

Wanda Saggese, Italy

Happy birthday dear Barrie!

I'm Wanda and probably I'm one of the youngest Procol fan in the world, but for BarrieWilson I feel a real love. The world has lost a big drummer, a big man with a big heart. Even if I've never known him, I've read something about him, from articles of his friends and musicians.

When I listen to Procol's music it seems to me that Barrie is there with me playing the drums and still  alive. Today he would have been 58 years old, I can only pray for him and hope that all my love could reach to him.

I thank you Barrie, cause I've understand what is love for the drums, so happy birthday with the heart of all your big fans ...   

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,

and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:

I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,

so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

(Pablo Neruda)