It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.
It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.
I always wanted to do my best. I got nothing freeโI had to work hard.
How can one change one's entire life and build a new one on one moment of love? And yet, that's what you make me want to close my eyes and do.
I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.
It could be so beautiful here if the Americans themselves had not made it so ugly with their big buildings, their millions of cars, and noise.