My whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me, for it is infinite. The ripple of water, the shade of the sky are mine; it is still the same, my life. No desire opens me: I am full, I never close myself with refusal- in the rythm of my daily soul I do not desire-I am moved; by being moved I exert my empire, making the dreams of night real: into my body at the bottom of the water I attract the beyonds of mirrors... Translated by A. Poulin
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