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Soul

I do not fear the abyss. In it I descent. I risk. I go there I do not know where. Through the looking-glass. I descend. I look at you. Now in the violence of the instant that holds, I sense, I see the nakedness of the face, the being without protection, the terror of the unveiling. I will not have you, now I know. Never. Now I can go back. There, where my sad song enchants and pervades, there in the space of desire, in the petit bourgeois dining rooms,on the dazzling stages, to be devoured by gazes… …Reaching the Desert where the absence of any relationship dwells, where the immense void becomes even more void: there you need to kill the friend or let yourself being killed, to recognise and prove his/her presence. Here is the pure relation. THIS MOVEMENT IS THE RISK ITSELF.

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