To Maria Guadalupe Yacovella
You were sitting at the seashore, letting the water gently move your feet. Suddenly something touched them, perhaps some algae, and you shuddered very slightly. You looked at me with that expression of fear which really, when one has lived long enough to begin to know people, reveals itself as something deeper than fear, like a total loss of protection, a complete abandonment, a not belonging and not having anyone on the entire face of the earth. For a ...