el sueño de la razón produce mónstruos.
i love your silences, they are like mine. you are the only being whom i am not distressed by my own silences. you have a vehement silence, one feels like it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself.
no, she's not able to speak
to anybody else than her dreams,
she's a fool,
she's a lunatic,
she's never really existed ...