The wind has swept the flagrance and the sounds
of the sea, and has headed towards the sky.
It has taken on the colours of night
and the expanse of sun which filled the eye.
It has taken away the axe of light
which opened the wounds of the sea.
It has plucked out the sea's arrows
and covered the grass with quivers.

Here, there is no room for us.

Translated by Estelle Henry-Bossonney