This is the end of a superb adventure of a marvelous triptych. But here, the anger bursts out Not that of a grumbling and solitary punished pupil. But the salvation of the being cutting its chains, the hail excessive of the butterfly leaving its chrysalis.
And you see the light. You understand life. You fear the future.
Then you surprise yourself murmuring: ... This is: .
Gerard Edwidg Cohen
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