On the edge of madness, there are jut a few black fossils left, prehistoric minerals recounting unlikely doctrines, passed down over time, whose essence will disappear into nothingness.
Man is my brother and the world is my country, and I do not perceive time and space, and I am light. And the light shines, illuminates my steps, while little dancing spheres are at my side.
I see doors around with seductive openings, and salute those who have tried to open them with the impatience of people who would no longer stay in the dark.
I salute those who draw the days, its solitude and the unbridled horses, those who go far away.
I salute madness, yours and mine.