There is nothing that can, in the dark become true

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

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

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.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

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.

There is nothing that can, in the dark become true