Lying on the vast bed by the windows I let myself be rocked by the silky flight of the clouds in the sky of an incredible blue. Soon, the soft caress of a dying sun on my eyelid plunged me into a kind of dream... In the hollow of my ear, I perceived, indolently, a satiny voice that whispered to me old stories passed on from generation to generation... These stories that all begin in the same way: "Once upon a time...". »

Perhaps, spreading this heavy curtain, behind this dark door, I will find the cattail, which so long ago was responsible for the deep sleep of a Beauty....