He who looks through an open window from the outside, never sees as much as he who looks at a closed window. There is no object more profound, more mysterious, more fecund, more obscure, more [...]
Scarcely a minute And I’ve come back Having grasped nothing of all that passed A point The larger sky And at the last moment The lantern going by [...]
The Moon, who is caprice itself, looked through the window while you were sleeping in your crib and she said to herself, “This child pleases me.” And she descended – softly – her staircase of [...]
