A passage below from a letter that Alejandra Pizarnik wrote to Léon Ostrov.

I love that you stole an ice bucket from the de Flore. I, for now, behave sensibly, only a few books. But if I had to steal something it would be the façade of a certain collapsed house in a little town called Fontenay-aux-Roses, whose railway station is filled with roses. The windows of the house have lilac-coloured glass, but of a lilac so magical, so like a beautiful dream, that I wonder if they penetrate beyond the house. Maybe if I go in, I’ll hear a voice: “I’ve been waiting for you for so long.” And I won’t have to search any longer.

Alejandra Pizarnik. Music & Literature, No. 6, 2015