Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.

But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.