Sleep in the Lupercalia

Repelled by daylight, effaced from our regard which was their fertile space, the great interdicted women ran up one by one, then in number, like bankrupt offices in a distant land come back to life passing vertiginously from their vault to ours.

We sufficed ourselves, under midday’s fiery darts, to build, to suffer, to co-share, to hear our revolt palpitate, we are going now to suffer, but suffer with a start, fall upon the feast and believe durable the success of this uprising, in spite of its rapid extinction.

Flashes of our youth, flashes like sparkling lizards pulled from their anfractuous sleep; from that moment pressed to reach the fundamental traveler with whom they remain solidary.

René Char