Lettre à Matisse et autres écrits sur l'art

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"I am writing to you sitting on a heap of ruins. The wind coming from the East makes the high oaks tremble in the sky. It raises golden dust and plane trees with bruised roots. The wind and younger and younger men straddling a low wall. The sea over there. White, green, blue. A hair disturbed by the whims of the moon. The noises of the city retreat, leaving the wind with its music without harmony. Something modern. Slaps, slaps, swollen sheets tear. Tangier is pitching. Heads held by the hands. The sky is an ominous blue. This blue, you're going to adopt it. »