Il marche. Sans arrêt il marche. Il va ici et puis là. Et il marche. Sans arrêt. On dirait que le repos lui est interdit.
Il va tête nue. Il reçoit tout de face, sans jamais ralentir son pas. A croire que ce qui le tourmente n'est rien en regard de ce qu'il espère. A croire que vivre est comme il marche - sans fin.

He walks. Constantly walking. He goes here and then there. And he walks. non stop. Looks like the rest is prohibited.
He goes bareheaded. He receives everything face, never slowing his pace. To believe that what torments him is nothing compared to what he hopes. To believe life is as he walks - endless ....

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