I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

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

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.