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

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

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

Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

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.

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?

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