I Shed More Tears Than God Could

Hay Que Ser Absolutamente Moderno

I Went Out Under The Sky, Muse! And I Was Your Vassal.

Once, If I Remember Well, My Life Was A Feast Where All Hearts Opened And All Wines Flowed.

. . . Be Absolute Moderne.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses