Enescu on his death bed. "To go from my native village in large the city where my road end, I took a dusty path, bordered with trees that go, go towards the infinite. It was long, undoubtedly, this road. How short it appeared to me..."
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The tree alley from Tescani, "the path bordered with trees that go, go to the infinite...", an image that George Enescu kept alive in his soul until his last moments.
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George Enescu's grave at the Père Lachaise in Paris
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Last Wishes, written in Tescani, 1946 "...I wish to be buried in tescani, Bacau, close to my wife."
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