Dreams have as much influences as actions.

Dreams have as much influences as actions.

Everything in the world exists in order to end up as a book.

All thoughts emit a throw of dice

O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones.

A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.

The pure work implies the disappearance of the poet as speaker, who hands over to the words.