Hay Que Ser Absolutamente Moderno

Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses

Weakness Or Strength: You Exist, That Is Strength. You Don't Know Where You Are Going Or Why You Are Going, Go In Everywhere, Answer Everyone. No One Will Kill You, Any More Than If You Were A Corpse.

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

To Whom Shall I Hire Myself Out? What Beast Should I Adore? What Holy Image Is Attacked? What Hearts Shall I Break? What Lies Shall I Uphold? In What Blood Tread?