I burn my inheritance, I say: "My land is virgin, and no graves in my youth." I transcend both God and Satan (my path goes beyond the paths of God and Satan). I go across in my book, in the procession of the luminous thunderbolt, the procession of the green thunderbolt, shouting: "After me there's no Paradise, no Fall, "and abolishing the language of sin.
I vowed to write upon water, I vowed to bear with Sisyphus his speechless rock. I vowed to stay with Sisyphus suffering the fevers and the sparks, and seeking in blind eyes a last plume that writes for autumn and grass In the poem of the fall I vowed to live with Sisyphus.
Said Unto You
I said unto youI listened to the seas reading to me their verses I listened to the bells slumbering inside the oyster shells. I said unto you: I sang my songs at Satans wedding and the feast of the fable. I said unto you: I beheld, in the rain of history and the glow of the distance a fairy and a dwelling. Because I sail in my eyes, I said unto you, I beheld everything in the first step of the distance.