Reading the warm remembrances posted here — on this website created lovingly by Dylan — I saw that Uli had many different sets of good friends, who often didn’t know each other. How lucky all of us were to have shared some time with her.
And I’ve been rereading the emails I received regularly from Uli between late 2013 and this year — nearly 900 of them. It’s bittersweet to revisit the past as reflected in her words. But she remains in memory.
There’s a song by Madredeus, “O Sonho,” which ends
. . . With love I dreamt a dream,
I saw a window and a flower
a fountain and my friend, and nothing else.
Just us, the light, and nothing else.
In that dream, there lived love.
Love I hold in secret,
in a dream that I don’t tell
and each day feel more strongly.
Love I keep inside
in a dream I can’t express,
carried with me forever.
