love    
 This essential feeling   
 the feeling that gives meaning   
 the feeling that gives meaning.        
  
 love is opening    
 he is the gladiator of the universe    
 its arena is the face-to-face with the event    
 and the sand of the arena, the sweat of our efforts.        
  
 Love frolics in the grasslands of freedom    
 he goes through here, he will pass by    
 the day winks at him from all eternity    
 and the night flock of sparrows on a spree.      
  
 If he opens his jacket    
 it's not to sell your heart    
 it is not tenderness that he drinks    
 it is to offer its breast to the wandering soul.        
  
 He is not the master of the keys    
 as long as we beg him to help    
 He's there, Without haste, without reason,    
 the placid worker of the Spirit.        
  
 He just needs us    
 that our gaze turns    
 to see to the bottom of our suffering    
 the melodious dawn of self-confidence.       
 
 Its place is everywhere    
 in all the cottages    
 near the hearth in winter    
 near cherry blossoms in spring.        
  
 Its real name is SOUL FOR ALL    
 and around the speakers surrounding it    
 so many initiations to cross    
 in the silence of abandonment.        
  
 Love of the lustral waters    
 I hail you on my journey    
 to recover the lost steps of childhood    
 under the cover of the tall trees of the Allagnat alley.        
  
 May love stripped of its tinsel    
 be the tooth, the cutlass, the sword of justice    
 at the service of our nuptials with the Most High    
 in the fractal mirror of our quest.        
  
  
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