That dark cage that is the name: that of 'name' things, sayable, without it non-transferable. With the name in the fetus almost still infertile, the name. Describe the hugs. He talks as he can about kisses, love and the soul. He makes her understand the magical tree, the mysterious intricate aerial and underground life of him, silently communal, connected and euphorically communicative. Make me understand the tree. To the salt of his feet. To the last secret of him. That rest of the silence of the earth. The silence of the falling of the hours.