““you will need an infinite patience to learn again to love as not long ago a fire lost in the distance halting you at the fall of day somewhere in the unknown of a desert — you ask only to be able to touch at times the heat of a gentle beating, light as a bird’s slip-stream which breaks the circle of sight […] little by little the sea sinks in itself in the unique trait of a brushstroke and I hear for a long time in the darkenss the sound of the water, my only thought — from "Nuits””