Chapter 25

Cotton white and indigo with orange hems huge fertile clouds: they are the sea's deep breaths in its passionate union with the shore... 26 The fragments of my heart fused together they became one heart a true heart soft and dancing filled with the stamping dances of tiny and large scallop shells filled with the shining crimson of sunset and endless dawn. The fragments of my heart fused together I became a heart a true heart: when your sea came forward and scattered itself with all its height over my dry land... 27 Invisible but flowing tomorrow and tomorrow the force of gravity of the moon and the earth despite our denial! Like tomorrow with all the tomorrows: the invisible attraction between my shore and your sea... 28 Here where "redness" is the rising of the sun, here where "redness" is not blood, here where the lines upon lines are the traces of the wave's soft lips on the soft body of the shore, here where the lines upon lines are not the traces of a hook on the face of the heart, here where thousands of boats come to berth here where thousands of migrant swallows keep coming build nests sing: here it is true: this great palace of sea and shore... 29 My face yellow my lips dry my gaze lightless thornbushes on the desert of my body my moans loud: this is how I will be: far from you far from your kiss far from the caresses of your water in my womb: my sea!.... 30 The ring of your moist arms around my waist. The wavy dance of your body over my body. In the courts of nothingness: our interrogation goes on relentlessly! We however have no time for words. We however are at the height of creation the eternal height....