"Farewell hope, farewell roses, farewell nature and wind it all is no longer mine. And Mary, my poor little girl who will love you now? My heart ... bleeds all my rage ... "Who speaks? A man like everyone else, waiting for death. Out in the pale light of dawn, the guillotine casts its shadow on the pavement. In a few hours, this man will be executed. His crime ? he says nothing. time is short. on paper he has left, he still throws his fears and anxieties, remembers the happiness fled ... hoped he? keep the strength to stand standing. "what I write here might one day be useful to others, it stops the judge ready to judge, it saves the unfortunate, innocent or guilty, the agony in which I am condemned .. . "