March 2011
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Ondine
“Listen! Listen! Do you know what you hear?
It is I, Ondine, spirit of the water, who brushes these drops, The water on the resonant panes of your windows, lit by the gloomy rays of the moon. And here, in a gown of watered silk, gazing from my chateau terrace, I contemplate the beautiful starry night and the restless sleeping lake.
“The waves are my sisters, swimming the paths which...