Author 'Boucher Marc dit de Meilh' (Id 191110 ) : The desperation of Merle. It is true that it is hard in this winter day to be alone... I'm waiting for my nice for a few hours ; it is Valentine's day, according to what I hear all around... But, where are you o my sweet Merlette, to warm my heart sensitive to the cold ?... It is cold, it is grey ; it is a time of snow under my claws fingers : I'm dying to see you ! That is, it comes to me by stolen ideas, all black, black, as black as my black feathers... I see only one way out of this impasse-fatal fall to peak on the barbed wire, which I have been long attached ; and end, once and for all with this existence winter for somewhere warmer, up through the clouds, thick... The desperation of Merle or its author... maybe ? And John Root said : 'The death of despair opens up more than one lane. ' Ph : Marc de Meilhan Butcher.