The wind was blowing in gusts, buffeting the car, which swerved dangerously towards the precipice. Down below, the waves broke with deafening noise on the rocks. It was magnificent but terrifying. I ... [+]
Translated by Wendy Cross
She lies down, stretching out across the trunk of a walnut tree cut during the spring.All that's left of its bark are a few shreds, gradually withering away. With her back resting between two branches, she gazes at the clear sky of the mid-August night. Perhaps a shooting star will trace its curve in the dark sky, studded with glowing light. She will not hesitate to make a spontaneous wish; her head is full of them.Deep in thought, lulled by the sway of the warm breeze, a soft smile spreads across her peaceful face. Tonight, Nature is winking at her and cradling her in its arms. A far-off nigh