Philosophy First Chapter by Patrick A. Durantou - HTML preview

The tree

The tree spreads its colors ve n t

Time thrives under the sheet

Of fireflies tangled in new light

At night opposite and we we

powder taped, water when

Thunderstorms are mixed, sometimes their old songs

Always present a priori a certain grace

I go often fall asleep when the point

The great noon the shadow of those heights

In the hollow of this seasons vehemence

This resistance, refuge beat month

I go there ensevel i r my black river

Given the silence that m 'E mpanache

Its strange beauty ...