'When I become the wind and walk along the beach, the friends of the sea I must have played with long ago have gone off somewhere, and only their voices come rolling, koro koro, to my ears. They are, for example, colors that never take shape, or outlandish mischief, or light in the darkness, flowing on freely. So as not to lose them, so as to be always right beside them, I keep walking on the white sand beach, the canvas, even if the sea has now become far away.'