I know many people who exert themselves beyond measure aims to follow illusory or of no importance: I wish I could talk so that they understand the essential futility of their action. Of course, I do not even feel, as they are dragged from their illusions in a race desperate to self-destruction.
For my part, I feel the anguish of those who fail to prevent a catastrophe, and is only to fight against something that is stronger than him.
And maybe one day
And maybe one day remer
alone in a boat and suddenly silent
I hit the front view of the little people breathless
the steps of a staircase opened into the death
then try in vain to speak and I will try
the lucid anguish of a prophet without apostles
1981
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