Mr. Speaker, Gilles Carle has died. I knew him. He left Quebeckers a huge body of work that is truly their own.
I would like to pay tribute to this unique Quebec filmmaker, painter and poet who had an indomitable imagination and a wealth of talent.
A body that became a prison slowed him down and his heart eventually failed him, but his creativity remains.
It used to be impossible to talk about her without him, and now it is impossible to talk about him without her.
I would like to pay tribute to my friend Chloé.
She fought tirelessly to make others understand that as long as a heart is living, it wants to beat near loved ones, surrounded by love.
The Maison Gilles Carle, a model of social solidarity, will survive.
I will conclude with the words of Gilles Carle, as sung by Chloé:
The candle of life is burning.
Our time is running out.
Farewell, my friend, farewell life.