Description: And even the sun is tired. Stripped of its rays, its embers still suspended, then
Then night again with its chill under a sky of trembling jewels and the wake of
Sleeplessness until the first light of dawn, until the abyss of a dreamless sleep,
absent from oneself until broad daylight.
Before me stretches the future. Behind me, unscalable, the walls of the past.
Closing my eyes. Waiting for you.
Silence. Or almost. But your step is very light.