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

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

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.

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.

I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

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