Pour ne plus rien pouvoir se dire après. Même si avant. Le feu de ce délice est inclus dans un noir paysage de réglisse. Molle.

Photo: Xavier Ribas Stones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92TNIIbaBOo

and...You can be a squirrel...

To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No

Come play with me;

Why should you run

Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun

To strike you dead?

When all I would do
Is to scratch your head

And let you go.

William Butler Yeats