Le Retour de la vie

Resurrection is no consolation, but a slow poison dissolved in wine. The sweetness of a newborn dawn intoxicates, yet your shadow already stands beside you, faithful companion. In every blossom unfolded after the frost there lingers a foreboding of decay, and within joy itself there already resounds a note of sorrow — a reminder that shadow is born of light, and that only in their union does life attain its beauty.