It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

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.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.