THE HOUSE BY THE QUAY
Time and again the houses have occupied me. I have given them everything,
water, warmth, light. Iíve freely given them my sweat. I have granted them
all rest, even when I myself was restless. I have improved them and forsaken
them. They have seduced me and forgotten me. Our first house had
windows of leaded glass and laburnum on the balcony. Our second house
had a bay window that looked out onto a quay. Iíd wanted to spend hours at
that bay window, perhaps with a symphony by Gustav Mahler in the
background. I have seen people walk by where water once flowed. I retained
their gestures. I spoke a language that I dreamed. Then a time came
when I excluded all houses from me. During those years I lost myself.
In our third house we were born anew. in our fourth house we met
the blood of our dearest deceased. Since then each house has brought me
closer to death, even this empty house of glass that I still am to occupy.