I'd Woken Up Early, And

Against Destiny I Fulfilled My Duty. Uselessly? No, For I Fulfilled It.

I Believe That Saying A Thing Is To Keep Its Virtues And Take Away Its Terror.

I Am The Suburb Of A Non-existent Town, The Prolix Commentary On A Book Never Written. I Am Nobody, Nobody. I Am A Character In A Novel Which Remains To Be Written, And I Float, Aerial, Scattered Without Ever Having Been, Among The Dreams Of A Creature Who Did Not Know How To Finish Me Off.

I Pass Times, I Pass Silences, Formless Worlds Pass Me By.

Between Me And Life Is A Faint Glass. No Matter How Sharply I See And Understand Life, I Cannot Touch It.