In the theatre of life, those who play the part of sincerity are, on the whole, the most convincing in their roles.

How hard is it for an intelligent person to be sincere !
It's like an ambitious person being honest ...

My heart is a mad admiral
Who quit his life at sea
And remembers it little by little
At home,  pacing, pacing ...

With this motion
(the mere through of which 
makes me shift in my seat )
The seas he once sailed still toss
In his muscles bored of inactivity.

Nostalgia's in his legs and arms.
Nostalgia pours out of his brain.
His boredom turns into raving.

But if, for God's sake, the heart
Was my theme, why is this poem dealing
With an admiral instead of with feeling ?