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A very personal artwork, I used to play a piece with the same title by Ravel, and I can relate a lot to the story behind it.

-- "Listen! -- Listen! -- It's me, it's Undine who brushes these drops of water on the resonant panes of your window, illuminated by the mournful rays of the moon; and look, in a robe of watered silk, the lady of the chateau who contemplates, from her balcony, the beautiful starry night and the beautiful sleeping lake.

"Each wave is a water spirit who swims in the current, each current is a path that winds towards my palace, and my palace is a structure of fluid, at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of fire, earth and air.

""Listen! -- Listen! -- My father beats the croaking water with a branch of green alder, and my sisters caress in their arms of foam the fresh islands of grasses, water lillies and cornflowers, or mock at the obsolete and bearded willow who fishes at the waterline!"

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Her whispered song begged me to receive her ring on my finger, to be the husband of an Undine, and to visit her palace with her to be the king of lakes.

And when I replied to her that I loved a mortal, sullen and spiteful, she cried some tears, gave a burst of laughter, and evaporated in showers that trickled white along my blue windows.

(Aloysius Bertrand-Ondine)

Description
A very personal artwork, I used to play a piece with the same title by Ravel, and I can relate a lot to the story behind it.

-- "Listen! -- Listen! -- It's me, it's Undine who brushes these drops of water on the resonant panes of your window, illuminated by the mournful rays of the moon; and look, in a robe of watered silk, the lady of the chateau who contemplates, from her balcony, the beautiful starry night and the beautiful sleeping lake.

"Each wave is a water spirit who swims in the current, each current is a path that winds towards my palace, and my palace is a structure of fluid, at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of fire, earth and air.

""Listen! -- Listen! -- My father beats the croaking water with a branch of green alder, and my sisters caress in their arms of foam the fresh islands of grasses, water lillies and cornflowers, or mock at the obsolete and bearded willow who fishes at the waterline!"

*

Her whispered song begged me to receive her ring on my finger, to be the husband of an Undine, and to visit her palace with her to be the king of lakes.

And when I replied to her that I loved a mortal, sullen and spiteful, she cried some tears, gave a burst of laughter, and evaporated in showers that trickled white along my blue windows.

(Aloysius Bertrand-Ondine)