No one is there,


    No one is there, so I bask,


    In a dark space


    And I camouflage myself in the shadows.


    No one is there,


    No one is there, so I imagine myself face to face.


    A bruised face


    As if time had struck like autumn leaves,


    A human life yet full of hormones,


    And behold, my wrinkles


    Stretch my skin that I have never known otherwise than in this way.


    Today, here you are alone, a pariah.


    So I get up and walk,


    So I get up and walk in the middle of an empty, spotless space,


    An empty, spaceless cage,


    Where any movement seems impossible


    Yet I advance or at least move


    Noting a little more this ridiculous situation;


    Where everything seems outside any law.


    Absence of speech,


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    Of silence, what a paradox.


    A place where even time seems to be lagging behind.


    Even today, here you are alone, unstable.


    I reach the end of the road,


    I reach the end of the road and sigh like a bovine.


    A small silhouette seemed to be waiting for me,


    What could she possibly hope for from a destitute man whom they would like to hang?


    She turns and walks towards me,


    Is it boredom that pushes her to come towards my self and her you?


    The darkness clears for a moment, as does my face.


    How can I not be surprised to see Léa here, so wise?


    She places her hands on my cheeks and turns my head to the right side.


    I open my eyes on the same side, I was on the bed of one of the camp tents that had been pitched against the king.


    "Since your departure, here I am alone facing myself."