That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.

The carnal contact side by side, from heel to armpit, brings shudders that shake up nature like the flights of nocturnal birds.

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.

And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.

There are strange flowers of reason to match each error of the senses.

As if one could do what one wanted with one's own body!

We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.