To the tangled clouds of autumn low on the horizon like allowed caresses they left alone step by step noiseless the wind prolonging their tracks from across the universe applicant gauze streaks on the cool ground loves and worries pains and pleasures aux portes du temps. They left and I hold their hand these people in my family who from cradles to bridal beds from birth to death waved the garlands at patronal feasts killing the pig sharing the Sunday pacade and clicking the picture dans le pradou d'en bas. They left find the earth dive into the ether who stirs us up and distributes us to support us in touch with white waters in contact with the Mystery their souls traveling far far away in space to the wall of eternal expectations whose crevices conceal memory bubbles hatched by love exploded by rupture permanent in their singular train sur le devant de la Maison. momentum of life recomposition of matter Dance of Death to the rattling of bones answers the lark's trill companion of initiatory works festive round gathering my family members you invisible ones who are not absent Marie, Victor, Jean Baptiste, Pierre, Renée, Jeanne, Fernanda, Marthe, Jean, Georges, Lucien, Christian, Charles, Marcelle, Pierre-Sylvain, Marius, Philomena, Julie, Raymond, René, Jeannette, Michel, Henri, Lucie, Léon, Robert, Madeleine, Alain, Robert, Marguerite, André, Pierre, Alphonsine, Yvette, Renée, Gildas, Marie, Jean, Michel, Marie-Claude, Luce. 457 ( Work by Jean-Christophe De Clercq )