Oh, Tina.

The universal harmony has welcomed me and enrolled me.

In her temple you will finally find peace.

I came home. I enjoyed my bath. I enjoyed perfuming myself. I knew I was born for this, to do it over and over again, the ritual of the dressing, the perfuming for love, for sensuality. I enjoyed everything sensually.

It is impossible that those living on lyricism feel that they bear their future decomposition within them, and drag their skeleton like an eyeless witness looking into the void. That is not true! Our tombs, poets, we shall cover with roses and decorate with a veiled urn, but we will not admit it, and we will always see our coffins rising up, in order to launch them into the chaos of chaos on our shoulders full of stars.