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Lorsqu'il fait noir, l'oeil se repose.
Je marche à petits pas et je trébuche.
Je me dirige aux rayons de lumière qui percent des ouvertures.
Chaque fenêtre s'ouvre sur la forêt et offre son spectacle.
Les moines oisifs profitent de ces perchoirs.
Ils épient, ils imaginent, ils regardent le monde.

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When it is black, the eye rests.
I walk to small steps and I stumble.
I move to the rays of light which bore openings.
Each window opens on the forest and offers its spectacle.
The idle monks benefit from these perches.
They look around, they imagine, they supervise the world.

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