It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.
Faith assuages, guides, restores.
What am I doing here?
Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.