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We call negative hands,

the hands found on the walls of the "Magdaleniennes" caves

of sub-Atlantic Europe.

These hands were just lain on the rock

and then soaked with colours.

Usually, they were black

or blue.

No explanation was found

for this practice.

In front of the ocean,

under the cliff,

on the granite wall,

these hands,

open,

blue and black.

In the water's blue.

In the night's black.

The man came alone into the cave

in front of the ocean.

All hands are the same size.

He was alone.

The man alone in the cave

to see, in the noise,

in the sound of the sea,

the breadth of things.

He screamed...

"You who are named,

who have an identity,

I love you."

These hands,

in the water's blue,

in the sky's black,

flat,

fixed,

open on the granite of the island

for someone to see them.

I'm someone who called.

I'm the one who called,

who screamed,

thirty thousand years ago

"I love you."

I scream that I want to love you. I love you.

I love anyone who will hear me screaming.

On the blank earth,

these hands will stay

on the granite wall

in front of the ocean roar,

unbearable.

No one will hear,

will see...

Thirty thousand years ago,

these hands,

black.

The light's refraction on the sea

makes the stone wall tremble.

I'm someone...

I'm the one

who called,

who screamed,

in the white light :

desire.

The word isn't yet created.

He looked at the breadth of things

in the roar of the wave,

in the breadth of his strength.

After, he screamed.

Above him, the European forests,

without end.

He stays at the centre of the stone,

hallways, stone paths everywhere.

You,

who have a name,

you who have an identity,

I love you with an indefinite love.

We had to go down from the cliff,

to defeat the fear.

The wind blows from the side of the continent.

It pushes away the ocean.

The waves fight against the wind.

They move,

slowed down... by its strength,

and patiently

they reach the wall.

Everything crashes.

I love you more than you.

I will love anyone...

who hears me screaming "I love you".

Thirty thousand years...

I call,

I call the one who will answer me.

I want to love you.

I love you

for thirty thousand years.

I scream,

in front of the sea,

the white ghost.

I'm the one who screamed...

that he loved you.

You.