She had not really a sensitive soul, but to put it in exact terms, was possessed by an uncontrollable feeling of mind

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

The last light, in the last window, went out. Only the unstoppable machine of the sea still tears away at the silence with the cyclical explosion of nocturnal waves, distant memories of sleepwalking storms and the shipwrecks of dream.

Do you have children? she asked. No. Why? The man answered that one had to have faith in the world to have children.

Reasons get forgotten.

This is the seashore. Neither land nor sea. It’s a place that does not exist.