Je parle d'un jardin. Je rêve.

Je te donne ma joie inquiète.

The trees murmured. Then the leaves shiver now and again, as if a ripple of irresistible sensation ran thorugh them, as a horse suddenly ripples its skin.
- Virginia Woolf

Not only roses have thorns.

Tu es inscrite dans les lignes du plafond.

It is at moments after I have dreamed.