"What if the butterflies start talking,

do you know what they would tell us? - calm little humans -

We are all as important as insignificant in the course of the world.

The only thing that is common to us and yet so antagonistic in its deployment, is time.

One day for me

at best a little less than a century for you.

My immensity is in my eternity,

that combined with the present tense

at present

at present

alive.

Picking apples from the flowers of the clouds, calming the panicked snails, reassuring the herbs caught in a storm of cymbals in response to a provocation of the vocal cords of the cello,

it is all this at the same time in every drop of the present.

Whether it is the words that twirl, the sounds that shatter and the space that is cut out in his body - a constant of the present - it is that he lives here and now.

Leave in the cloakroom of the fields your watches, clocks and alarm clocks, a dilated hour or a compacted year will be given to you, because it is in the Present that "the sound of the butterfly" is conjugated. "