Lichens

I was walking amidst the humps of a scoured earth, the secret breaths, the memoryless plants. The mountain went up, flagon filled with shade the gesture of thirst clutched momently. My tracks, my existence had gone. Your face glided away backwards in front of me. It was only a stain in search of the bee that would make it a flower and call it alive. We were going to separate. You were to stay on the plateau of aromas and I was to penetrate the garden of emptiness. There, beneath the safeguard of rocks, in the plenitude of wind, I would ask veritable night to dispose of my sleep so as to increase your happiness. And all the fruits would belong to you.

René Char