I swear that I saw in the folds of visible, the innocence of a flash which disturbed my memory.

Obeying blindly the invincible principle of balance, each day I note that the existence in which we believe, converges towards this state of abandonment sensualy infallible.

My aesthetic conscience, sincere and reassuring, reveals this tiredness which now forces me to delay me on details to isolate fear from the giddiness of the unforgettable dreams.

With sincerity and for the hygiene of the Soul, I swear that I saw in the folds of visible, the innocence of a flash which disturbed my memory.