"In the light, the tightrope walker,
He gesticulates on his tightrope,
Under the big top, dancing for the one
Who balances him, believing in her.
With each leap, he stakes his life;
Each jolt is paradise
As long as, in the blue, it shines a little.
On this wire, he plays with fire."

Excerpt from
"Lettres envolées Sur le chemin éperdu Entre ciel et Terre" (Soaring letters on the lost path between heaven and earth)
LJB