Not in derisory and easy bric-a-brac of the childhood, but in our man's life,
                                the one that weighs its weight of pains and of
                                infinitesimal enjoyments.
                                So, I shouted with all my strength and you did not answer me. From
                                having forgotten everything, we pull our power out.
                                                                               Anything to knock us down or even to distract us.


                                The soul washed with all the commonplaces, finally regenerated,
                                quite bare, we succeed in giving a sense to every word.
                                And there is no one that does not go, imperial,
                                to the hidden sense which it has,               without our knowing,
                                for so a long time obscured. Blind we were
                                                and maybe                     dumb.