Shadow flees;
Dream Will
and mist which is the night rose
eyelids open and half-closed;
From waking things
can hear the noise.
Everything sings and mutters,
Everything speaks at a time,
Smoke and greenery,
nests and roofs;
The wind speaks to the oaks,
water fountains to speak;
All breaths
Become vote!
All resumes his soul
The child's rattle, his home
The flame
The lute his bow;
Madness or insanity,
Worldwide immense
What Everyone starts
sketched.
Think
or we love
Constantly restless,
Towards a supreme goal,
All flies away;
The boat is looking for a mole,
Bee old willow
Compass pole,
me the truth!
The songs of twilight , 45, Victor Hugo (1802/1885) Photograph 1: Alain Michaud
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