Heretic is that lights,
abandon our quality of men,
prodigious grooves that separate our heads,
calm, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.
She left between the rich,
the flesh is sad yes, and I've read all the books,
water with prayer and the cry of gulls and crows,
my flesh and my blood have armours.
It weakens the envious to see the opulence of others,
dwarfs remain dwarfs even to climb the Alps,
while others fear themselves.