[...]," Water is the cloth that covers us not hide from us, this slight rampart where the spear of the enemy scattered breaks. Left to its flow, we do not weigh more; our soles shake the mud slowed, rubber fish also adds to the wave. What do we do on this Earth reptiles and quadrupeds? Are not we mermaids and mermen expelled from paradise sailor? We mourn, and that his eyes filled with tears as we find it: while we we Grisons our nostalgia, we run the misfortune we grattons our wounds and we're knocking our heads against other heads, we agree to all the humiliations. tears again! Even tears! While streaming, we would expand by two slots which finally crack the seal of our body, which opens an outlet for our emotions. see, it is water that gushes. We liquefied happiness. "
Eric Chevillard, Our companion murmuring, In Review, Red Spark, 2009
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