While You Were Sleeping When I asked for the night someone went out running and screamed. I was afraid, I couldn't find your eyes: everything was covered with dry leaves. I shouted: "Bring me the obscurity!" and after the last firefly fell executed by a shoe, I saw only the smoke hanging from a wire looking at the emptiness with astonishment. A winged apple flew by and the clandestine air, fugitive, imitating the drizzle, caressed me and, singing, cautiously brought me to your eyes that were sleeping beside me.    Castellano Français      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher or, in case of photocopyng or other reprographic copying, a licence from Canadian Reprography Collective (Cancopy), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900 Toronto, ON M5E 1E5 Canadá. Ph 800-893-5777 / (416)868-1620 /Fax:(416) 868-1621. -- U.S. requests should be sent to Copyright Clearance Center, Inc. 222 Rosewood Drive Danvers, MA 01923 USA. Ph. 978-750-8400 / Fax 978-750-4470