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

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

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

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

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

What am I doing here?

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.