Well, in the end there is no photo, there is no photo of the end.
For Deep everything will move the same /
He saw in men -as a gift- the deepest essence and its abyss /
For good and bad
see the deception
He was scandalized to see it
Where no one was looking
Where we did not see
Like a two-headed monster that runs away and stays
like the one who runs and does not move.
Oh severe math
.. Lautreamont
Pascal and the reason for him du coeur
For the closest thing to life sleeps inside the nightmare and horror of reality, like an incomprehensible lonely and distant moan at night.
Without referral.
The thousand dreams of abstraction
The thousand doubts
Of the night.