no man’s a fool who calls himself a fool.“ – Cyrano to Christian - Edmond Rostand

Comme elles tombent bien !
Dans ce trajet si court de la branche à la terre,
Comme elles savent mettre une beauté dernière,
Et, malgré leur terreur de pourrir sur le sol,
Veulent que cette chute ait la grâce d'un vol !

Sans doute
Je peux apprendre à coqueriquer: je glougloute.

"To sing, to laugh, to dream, to walk in my own way and be alone, free, with an eye to see things as they are, a voice that means manhood — to cock my hat where I choose — At a word, a Yes, a No, to fight — or write. To travel any road under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt if fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne — Never to make a line I have not heard in my own heart; yet, with all modesty to say: "My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.