The Young Girl

When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scat...

A Helpful Vision of Ourselves

We depend on our surroundings obliquely to embody the moods and ideas we respect and then to remind us of them. We look to our buildings to hold us, like a kind of psychological mould, to a helpful v...

My Life is a Perpetual Question Mark

Do you know what I would answer to someone who asked me for a description of myself, in a hurry? This:/ / ?? !!/ / For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark - my thirst for books, my observatio...