I Had So Much Fire In Me

It's Enough To Drive You Crazy, Trying To Depict The Weather, The Atmosphere, The Ambience.

Colors Pursue Me Like A Constant Worry. They Even Worry Me In My Sleep.

I've Been Working So Hard That I'm Exhausted... I Feel I Won't Be Able To Do Without A Few Weeks' Rest, So I'm Going Off To See The Sea.

I Am Enslaved To My Work, Always Wanting The Impossible, And Never, I Believe, Have I Been Less Favoured By The Endlessly Changeable Weather.

My Only Desire Is An Intimate Infusion With Nature, And The Only Fate I Wish Is To Have Worked And Lived In Harmony With Her Laws.