Of joy by this whiteness at great height He went the tired sandals dangling arms la casquette de traversby the path towards the river to regain his friend the captain king fisherman the brotherly lover simple clear francs on the shore with scattered violets in opening of the sky trees faces my friend the poet drunk with reality fragile in his wandering sensitive to immense pain bearer of hope imperturbably ensuring Brotherhood question not to infringe his role dream maker with these figurines out of the bag dolls of flesh and spirit like so many mirrors arranged on the wooden bench in courtesy of our meeting where to declutter you came from the foreshore me nights of loneliness convinced to pass on our values without making guinea pigs in front of our house the world to which we owed so much and so much Mon the requirement of love the other the gift of the heart. 524
