Quotes by : Hélène Baronne d’Oettingen

An unknown force is calling mePerhaps the voice of that star perched on the last heightPerhaps the desire....

The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning....

A bouquet yellow like remorse Hurts my view The cage The wheel The vile ennui of all mankind And no one....