Author 'Boucher Marc dit de Meilh' (Id 95322 ) : On my way walking under the heat under the labor ... I continue my walk. The path is white, light white-hot, even the crisp air, the wind whiten the hills. There, a few dozen yards away a tree. The tree leans heavily on the path of its fruit: a chestnut tree! I'm under the impression that me hello, he worships me, I can not remain indifferent to its allure ... The tree age, I find it beautiful, slightly bald above which gives it even more beautiful look ... nothing is the same, everything fits in it in me, everything is language and therefore I must fix it forever. Here is my tree that words only one who knows the hear ... Hanmeil.