o that nobody can forget how beautiful it would be if, for every sea that awaits us, there was a river for us. And someone a father, a love, someone capable of taking us by the hand and of finding that river, imagining it, inventing it and resting on its current, with the lightness of a single word, goodbye. This really would be wonderful. Life, any life would be sweet. And things wouldn't hurt, but they would get closer carried by the current, you could first touch them and then touch them and only at the end be touched. Getting hurt, too. Morime. It does not matter. But everything would be, finally human. The imagination of someone would be enough a father, a love, someone. * He would know how to invent a road, here, in the midst of this silence, in this land that does not want to speak. Clement road, and beautiful. A road from here to the sea. ~ a.b