i blindfolded the trees with a green bandana and I told them to find me and the trees found me instantly with a guffaw of leaves i blindfolded the birds with a kerchief of clouds and i told them to find me... and the birds found me with a song... i blindfolded the sadness with a smile... and the sadness found me the next day into a love... i blindfolded the sun with my nights and i told him to find me... and the sun said, — «you're there everywhere, all this time, don't hide anymore.» «don't you hide anymore», said all the things and sentiments which i tried to blindfold 'em.» translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon

— ...Suppose that to give a few lectures, daily you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A book, a bottle of wine, and a woman, Lord, if I'm not asking too much. — Too much. We’ll cut out the woman. She would involve you in conversations putting ideas into your head, and your preparation would suffer. — I beseech you, cut out the book, I'm gonna write it myself, Lord, if I only have the bottle of wine and the woman. That’s my wish and my need. Is it too much? — You’re asking too much... Supposing that daily, to give a few lectures, you had to commute between Heaven and Hell, what would you take with you? — A bottle of wine and a woman, if I'm not asking too much. — That’s what you wanted before, don’t be insistent, it’s too much, as you know... We’ll cut out the woman. — What do you have against her? Why do you persecute her? Cut out the bottle rather! Wine weakens me, almost leaves