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“... m'emplissait d'un bonheur vivant, d'un vrai bonheur. J'en avais sur la peau, j'en avais dans la chair, j'en avais dans le sang; il descendait jusque dans l'âme. A cet âge-là on est ignorant. Mais je sentais bien que ma joie de vivre était plus grande que mon corps, et je me disais: "Pascalet, c'est l'ange du Bon Dieu qui remue de plaisir en toi. Traite-le bien."
Pascalet ~ "L'enfant et la rivière

Traduction en grecque:
... με γέμιζε με μια ευτυχία ζωντανή, με μια πραγματική ευτυχία. Την αισθανόμουν πάνω στο δέρμα μου, μέσα στη σάρκα μου, μέσα στο αίμα μου · κατέβαινε μέχρι την ψυχή μου. Δεν ήξερα τι είναι η ψυχή. Σε αυτή την ηλικία δε γνωρίζουμε πολλά. Όμως αισθανόμουν έντονα ότι η χαρά του να ζω ήταν μεγαλύτερη από το σώμα μου και έλεγα στον εαυτό μου: "Πασκαλέ, είναι ο άγγελος του Καλού Θεού που κινεί την ευτυχία μέσα σου. Φέρσου της καλά".”
― Henri Bosco, L'enfant et la rivière

“There is nothing like silence to suggest a sense of unlimited space. Sounds lend color to space, and confer a sort of sound body upon it. But absence of sound leaves it quite pure and , in the silence, we are seized with the sensation of something vast and deep and boundless. It took complete hold of me and, for several moments, I was overwhelmed by the grandeur of this shadowy peace.

"It asserted itself like a person.

"This peace had a body. It was caught up in the night, made of night. A real, a motionless body.”
― Henri Bosco, Malicroix

“I became lucid, with an impersonal lucidity. I sensed I was at the heart of a mysterious peace, where everything miraculously took shape without my being surprised. I saw clearly that I was rising, and that I was free. I had an ease of soul that allowed me to think all and to believe all. I could do all, without risk. Without understanding it, I saw that the lofty thought that lived in this house was now entering me, had become my substance. And I no longer sought its meaning, because it was my own self. From now on, I whispered, in this state of the soul’s ethereal life, it is of my self that I must ask the secret of this place. And I stretched out on the bed, where the true sleep of my fathers enveloped”
― Henri Bosco, Malicroix