To Whom Could I Put This Question

A Light Without Shadow Generates An Emotion Without Reserve.

Physically, The Ventoux Is Dreadful. Bald, It's The Spirit Of Dry: Its Climate (it Is Much More An Essence Of Climate Than A Geographic Place) Makes It A Damned Terrain, A Testing Place For Heroes, Something Like A Higher Hell.

The Necessary Condition For An Image Is Sight.

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

To Eat, To Speak, To Sing (need We Add: To Kiss?) Are Operations Which Have The Same Site Of The Body For Origin.