““Forgive me if my eyes see no more clearly than sea foam, please forgive that my form grows outward without license and never stops: monotonous is my song, my word is a shadow bird, fauna of stone and sea, the grief of a winter planet, Incorruptible. Forgive me this sequence of water, of rock, of foam, of the tide’s delirium: this is my loneliness: salt in sudden leaps against the walls of my secret being, in such a way that I am a part of winter, of the same flat expanse that repeats from bell to bell, in wave after wave, and from a silence like a woman’s hair, a silence of seaweed, a sunken song.””
