On the outside...
The soldiers of the storm stamp on the fields.
Their sabres, their cuirasses are glittering underneath the dark clouds.

On the outside...
The rain is hammering the gravels of the court
and insane gusts dog the closed shutters.

On the inside ...
The logs crackle gently in the fireplace.
The scent of the burning oak embraces lovingly the things and the human beings.

On the inside ...
The silk of a blouse is rustling silently,
a voice is whispering, lips breathe a sigh.