waiting for you

“Books are born from what we cannot say. If we knew, we would say, and there would be no books; we wouldn't even think about it. But here we are, we don't know how to say, and it's a concern, then very quickly a lack, and finally a desire; and the book comes, which is the whole effort to say, although one cannot. This does not prevent trying, always failing, and trying again; the book being written is the trace of these trials. This is of course valid for all the books, but for this one which I am trying to do, I have the exact memory of the moment when it was born, this precise moment when I did not find the words, when I I couldn't say how beautiful you were, with a form of beauty so particular that I had no available words to express it. »