It makes us vivid, suffering flesh grows strength to death in impeccable combat

 We did not think about the water that we are makes us vivid suffering flesh grows strength to death in impeccable combat the bonheur whatever it takes to see to believe that this light is the light of life that signals from the outside makes us wake up from sweat but suffer our own history touched but not sunk at all in the shifting lands of the first day to which we owe a marked debt inscribed in marble in the last and definitive epitaph: Life of flesh and soul in the long suffering I owe you as a hard resignation for having become irremediably guilty.