The gesture is heavy the steep slope the pebbles roll the insects squeak the barley of an undulating caress sign the invisible breath. The thoughts fly in the wind offer themselves to the primordial silence. The chest swells I'm crying at the passage of an absolute sun traces of tar laid on the pavement going down to the port with an exhaled odor par la vibration de l'ordre postural. Straight before the Last Supper food litters the table hands go up to fully join over the sovereign peace. Appeal to the highest degree Shard of Lucidity.
