the big bad Ni has left the linear roads of France
in order to live in a complex world paced
by electrical sounds and varying polyrhythms.
In its temple, shouts of the quartet make the windows crack,
a stunning nervousness makes the walls stand and, finally,
the strong foundations remove from ages to come all doubts
regarding the durability of all these things.
Inside, it is always like a squall:
children run in all directions and parents dance around the bonfire.
The waltz, the 4/4 time signature and verse and chorus structures
take one last breath before being burned to ashes at the core of this fire.