Oh! If Only We Were

A Man Who Wants To Mutilate Himself Is Certainly Damned, Isn't He?

Then You'll Feel Your Cheek Scratched... A Little Kiss, Like A Crazy Spider, Will Run Round Your Neck... And You'll Say To Me : "find It !" Bending Your Head - And We'll Take A Long Time To Find That Creature - Which Travels A Lot.

My Wisdom Is As Spurned As Chaos. What Is My Nothingness, Compared To The Amazement That Awaits You?

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.