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On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. The aurora had not yet stained with pink the curtains of the world and already, large foliage turned upside down by the winds, my heart beat against the opaque walls of existence<\/a>. I saw the light and I switched bodies.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The poet in me\u2014wounded beast with the fangs of the absurd \u2014 had grown weary of the sputum of reality: the town chats, the passersby without eyes, the harsh light of the days. So I planted my flags in the ether, and I said:<\/p>\n “Since life refuses itself to me, I will build my kingdoms in sleep.<\/em><\/strong>“<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \n I flew. I liked it. I knew.<\/p>\n I was flying, I swear it, I swear that I was flying<\/em> <\/p>\n I now live in another body, less thick, less material. My old body remains on earth, uninhabited. He hardly misses me, I don\u2019t miss him either. Where I live, I see. Where I am, I exist. If you are looking for me, join me there.<\/p>\n Rely on dreams for in them is hidden the door to eternity.<\/p>I flew<\/h4>\n
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Every night, I leaned over the black chasm of closed eyelids like an alchemist on his crucible. I threw myself into it naked, without words, without form, begging for the sacred fire<\/a>. And in that dizziness, something gave way. The dream, until then a crazy rider, bent his knee. I saw the walls dissolve, the faces recompose according to my desires. The time was unfolding in a spiral<\/a>. The laws were mine.<\/p>\n
\nMy heart opened its arms, I was no longer barbaric<\/em>
\nAnd the war came, and here we are tonight<\/em>
\n(Jacques Brel, Mon Enfance<\/a>My Childhood<\/span>)<\/p>\n