The sky above the long, gleaming avenues is dark
blue, Later on, I shall go out. I shall walk in the direction of the sun
until it finally disappears from view. The city is suddenly alive, moving,
full of noise and night. I shall go now. But look again at the street and
its yellowing trees and at the building opposite with its colonnades,…its
distant, brightly lit rooms where women are laying the tables for dinner.
…In a leather arm-chair, to the right of the fireplace and the standard
lamp, a man is sitting in profile, glass in hand. In front of him is a
woman. I can see her red dress through the net curtains, her animated
gestures, the movement of her lips when she speaks, his slight inclination
of the head as he listens to her.
