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

You were dead.' She said. 'And in the whole world there was nothing beautiful left.

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

Say the sea. Say the sea. Say the sea. So that perhaps a drop of that magic may wander through time, and something might find it, and save it before it disappears forever. Say the sea. Because it's what we have left. Because faced by the sea, we without crosses, without magic, we must still have a weapon, something, so as not to die in silence, that's all.

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.

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true