Assigned with an inexhaustible fate superiorly clear,i regret the existence of certain lonelinesses, silences and cries disappeared in the wadding of the magnificence of the floods, which reflect all the beauties of the sky.

The sinuosity of certain currents, seem to involve me now, towards the center of the labyrinth.

I centre myself by saying to me that even if the center is always elsewhere, and even if no visible detail never makes it possible to explain it, the solution, will always, always, always come from the interior.