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

O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

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?

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

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