The Dark Night of the Soul
I’m a sponge. Any movie, any book, any overheard conversation, I soak up all.
I’m a sponge. Any movie, any book, any overheard conversation, I soak up all.
I, Solomon, third king of Israel, I am the lover of the magnificent Queen of Sheba.
I belong to the Wolf Clan through my benefactor Jean-Claude Flornoy, who didn’t tell me much about.
Somewhere deep in the dark forest of Yourself rises a tall tower.
In the Goddess bedroom, Zeus tells the terrible war he made against the Dragons of the Underworld
A terrible dragon watches at the foot of the tower where the princess moans
On the threshold of history, vitrified walls pose many unanswered questions