The great lines, you quote, don't stir me... you know my vexation, with the twinkling lights, that don't move. The colors, don't mix... I move from death to death, to understand life, and fail miserably. The body does not open. Seducers ready to jump for a bite, to tear off my columns, my domes.
Yes, I give, give away my precious heart, time, my infallible attention to heal you.I don't demand any dough, remaining in penury, do not ask for the factors. My arithmetic has failed. Cannot solve the puzzles lost in maze of juggleries.
It was your world. I am living at a binary planet, scarcely habitable. Yet I am happy in myself looking at the grains of sand on my hands. You know, you cannot write like me... like me.