a hand sustains you it is hers lips lightly touch your forehead they are her lips you hear breathing near you it is she to have her wholly from her devotion to her pity never to be left alone to have that sweet shyness as to lean on that unbending reed to touch providence with your hands and be able to grasp it in your arms god made palpable the heart that dark celestial flower bursts into a mysterious bloom you would not give up that shade for all the light in the world the angel soul is forever there if she goes away it is only to return she fades away in a dream and reappears in reality you feel an approaching warmth she is there you are radiant you see nothing but you feel yourself adored it is a paradise, of darknessVICTOR HUGO. les misérables
(sadako tchaikovskaya remix)
