Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

Crimes of which a people is ashamed constitute its real history. The same is true of man.

Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.

There is a close relationship between flowers and convicts. The fragility and delicacy of the former are of the same nature as the brutal insensitivity of the latter.

When the judge calls the criminal's name out he stands up, and they are immediately linked by a strange biology that makes them both opposite and complementary. The one cannot exist without the other. Which is the sun and which is the shadow? It's well known some criminals have been great men.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.