BBL se repose d’une dure journée de travail. Elle dort. Les stray cats battent la campagne. J’ai chargé TwistedBrush : je recompose l’automne à l’aide de la souris tout en pensant à Walt Whitman.
…But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise… 10 months ago
…But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh’d, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,
When I wander’d alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise… 10 months ago