Will we ever know why and how one song more than another will nest in people's hearts over time, from generation to generation?
Assuredly not, "the little lost ball" has entered the pantheon of songs that will never be forgotten, so little that it has faded a little, it will always be rediscovered. Here is a song erased, I mean discreet, which without making noise has never made too much talk about it, which we must fetch the melody to catch it and memorize the lyrics.
She seems so simple at first sight, so obvious and yet as soon as we take her in his arms we must show an infinite tenderness and a lot of delicacy to make a friend for life, play and sing. This song is a small equilibrium miracle, the melody and the lyrics compete for poetry, between the two the osmosis is perfect. We must pay tribute to Gaby Verlor and Robert Nyel for having carved for us and those who follow us this little masterpiece, to Bourvil to have us distilled his interpretation.
In the mid-nineties this is another dance that will come to the rescue of "Little lost ball", like what ... Philippe Decoufflé will make a nice duo choreographed with the luminous dancer Pascale Houbin. We have all seen it on television, it has been able to revive the memory of some and bring the song to the knowledge of others.
A song is like a film that anyone can shape mental images at will. This one speaks to us of broken links, of the time which has passed, of the other forever distant, of disappeared landscapes of which there remains only dust, regrets and nostalgia. "The Little Lost Ball" probably belongs to the neo-realist cinema, the film is always and for a long time on the black screen of our sleepless nights, on top of the track at night will never quite fall, the accordionists will not stop play and the waltzers turn their eyes in the eyes.
Dead loves are forever resurrecting the waves of life, and that's fine ...
'Marc PERRONE © Editions Bourgures R