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

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

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

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.

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