You see, I know not expect. Tomorrow, at dawn, at a time when the countryside whitens, I will leave. I can not stay away from you any longer. I will go through the forest, go through the mountains. I do not look at the golden evening falls, Nor the sails off down towards Harfleur, And when I arrive, I will put on your grave, A bouquet of green holly and heather in bloom. I will walk with his eyes fixed on my thoughts, seeing nothing outside, without hearing any noise, only, unknown, back bent, his hands crossed, Sad, and the day will be like for me at night. 2010