Doğu S.

“Do you know that when I am in a city I am frightened by hurricanes at night?
It is as though, in their elemental pride, they did not see us.
But they do see a lonely house in the country;
they take it in their powerful arms and, in that way, they inure it,
and when you are there, you would like to be out-of-doors,
in the roaring garden, or at least, stand at the window
and applaud the infuriated old trees that twist and turn
as though possessed by the spirits of the prophets”
― Gaston Bachelard, Psicanalisi delle acque