The sea looks like that at a woman It waits for your life like a guide, like an executioner. I say nothing to you. In the body, the heart protects its suffering.
Knives sharpen against it like stone.
And you run to Anita's to see if I am there. I'm really with Suzanne, although Victor yells at me thinking I'm with Marie Noelle or Elizabeth. But if I tell you I'm with Benedict, you'll cry that it's not fair. Even the evening breeze will understand why I go to Anika, Veronica, and Capoue. The idea of substance before ideas.