He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.
Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.
Yes, one must suffer, even in vain, so as not to have lived in vain.
I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
He who has made a thousand things and he who has made none, both feel the same desire: to make something.