The Sentinels after delacroix

She spoke and he listened, through this fog of his, and he felt a great stirring of something within. More than the love in his heart, he felt something deeper, he felt a heat spreading through him that was oddly placed, and even more strange was the vivacity of it compared to the chill of the sea water. Everything she spoke only stoked the fire of his love for her, and he laughed. He laughed gaily, and leaned upon her.

Mwen renmen ou plis ak chak moman mwen pase ak ou, ak chak moman mwen panse ke nan ou! Ou se tout bagay sa yo m'monet mwen - Deirdre mwen - flè ti kras mwen, he rambled as they walked, at times cutting through that Deirdre was saying, but he did not notice. He was so fervent in his devotion to her in these moments, his mind swimming with thoughts that spilled from his mouth, they muddied together and made little sense even to him. He moved with her to brace him, wobbled, stumbled, but eventually was free of the rocks and the wet sand and the salt in the water; then, upon the fresh shoots of bleached grass that had begun to pepper the coast-side, he collapsed beside her. M'Fè! Ou se m'yo, nou se ansanm ak nou gen tout renmen an - tèlman bagay ke nou ka fè anyen!