To cry had been physical
It was hands on the face
I lend neither climate
Only surplus powers speech
I really step down on the
Things strewn without use
I really took a chair by the window
Understanding soil, I am afraid to know it directly
Then everything hidden by a heat
In the country I was on my land
I knew passion without joking
I knew to know love
Had not parted his life
He had drawn back from it
Strange folds
Who, as if on purpose, would render a child who
Had run down the path just as they were approaching
I didn’t bear it, just having to take
My boots off and put them
Without the door myself
