All this, I saw there, over the closed pages, letters fermenting life and keen eyes to deserve to live it. I explain: it is like we wanted to feel a movie without seeing it, it's free cadence, emotionally rational during a visit, that though pleasant, makes us feel captives and prisoners, unpleasantly afraid of losing that piece of utopia ...

After all, what sense has the logic, when we succumb to the charm of a summer feel, between poetic smells of modern printers? But at the end of the day, after the H Hour, the music of Franz Liest brought me back, despite the fear, to the enchanted world of "real" things ...

[the end, by now]