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18 years after his wife’s death, Enrico Macias finally admitted what we all suspected.
The greatest happiness in the world is to love. For Enrico Maias, this phrase never
resembled a stage slogan, but a wound borne with a smile. And when a man has sung of exile, peace, nostalgia, and love for more than half a century, what remains when he finds himself alone facing the silence of the house, facing the empty armchair, facing the woman he has never truly stopped waiting for?