I feel God who walks

so inside me, with the evening and with the sea.

With him we go away together. Night falls.

With him we darken. Orphanhood …

But I feel God. And it even seems

that he dictates to me I don’t know what good color.

Like a hospitaler, he is kind and sad;

he languishes with a lover’s sweet disdain:

how much his heart must ache.

Oh, my God, I have only just approached you,

now when I love so much this evening; now

when on the fraudulent scales of someone’s breasts

I weigh and weep for a fragile Creation.

And you, how you will cry … you, so in love

with such an enormous rotating breast …

I consecrate you God, because you love so much;

because you never smile; because your heart

must always ache so much.