The sacred right

In the manner of Hugo

In the mysterious shadow of private life, 
A precious treasure is hidden, forever preserved, 
Like a rare jewel, protected from all eyes,
 It contains the most intimate, the rarest secrets.

Like a vigilant guardian, the shield of privacy, 
Watch over our secrets, our dreams and our thoughts, 
It offers us tranquility, serenity,
 And allows us to live in complete freedom.

Like an impregnable fortress, 
He repels the curious, the envious, the guilty, 
And offers us a refuge, a haven of peace, 
Where you can be yourself, without fear or rejection.

Thus, the protection of privacy, 
Is a sacred right, an inestimable blessing, 
A treasure that must be cherished, preserved, protected, 
So that our existence is beautiful, happy, respectable.

Because without her, we would be soulless dolls, 
Puppets devoid of all charm, 
Dehumanized beings, crushed by the weight of society, 
And condemned to wander in the darkness of obscurity.