A heaviness in the head,
A marine salt taste in the mouth,
Waves in the stomach,
Movements in the belly,
Two feet in moving sand,
Here what remains of a storm which did not finish any any more passing.
It failed well to carry me.
There did not remain to me large any more thing with what to hang up again me.
And then, without it being known from where it comes,
The wind pushes the large cloud,
And quietly the storm is calmed, the gleam of the sun is felt.
it appear that it be necessary leave at time the time to be its time.
Then, I will leave time to make disappear the cloud,
And to show me with the sun...