" I was young, ardent , sincere , intelligent , loved , hated , and believed not that how it worked and hoped for ten, fighting with windmills, hitting his head on the wall ... And so cruelly avenges my life with which I have struggled ! I ruptured ! In the thirty years have a hangover, I'm old, I put on my robe. With a heavy head, with the lazy soul, tired, torn , broken , without faith , without love, without a goal as the shadow of people milling about , I do not know : Who am I , what I live,...
