The Fact Has Not Created In Me

I Saw A Man Pursuing The Horizon

And It Was As If Fate Had Betrayed The Soldier. In Death It Exposed To His Enemies That Poverty Which In Life He Had Perhaps Concealed From His Friends.

The Man Had Arrived At That Stage Of Drunkenness Where Affection Is Felt For The Universe.

It Was Surprising That Nature Had Gone Tranquilly On With Her Golden Process In The Midst Of So Much Devilment.

Every Sin Is The Result Of Collaboration.