Un souffle imperceptible rythme nos vies, petit métronome régulier et discret aux effets plus puissants qu'un ouragan . C'est un souffle de rien du tout, le genre ténu et léger qu'en temps normal nous négligerions ou ignorerions. Un souffle à l'apparence fragile, transparence et vol aérien de plumes. Nous le guettons, nous l'écoutons, nous nous berçons de sa régularité reassuring. We find ourselves no longer perceive it sometimes when we take or recklessness when our ears are deaf or tired, so we're looking silently as required by unseen son, the heart beating a little too fast, eyes closed permeable and all the senses. Shortness of breath we closely watch the gentle hiss of air that comes and goes in you, relentless mechanical life. And we breathe we, pianissimo, too pleased with this incessant miracle, this tiny swell that lifts your chest.
Of course we will hear less and less, of course we tire of its banality, of course its automation we blazer.
But for now, this new breath mingles with ours and beating the rhythm with our breaths intertwined.
Life boils down to a breath and we breathe in unison.
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