The Truth is in the prolouge. Death to the romantic fool., the expert in solitary confinement.

And it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from 'you are', that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, we will, come to be.

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything.

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.