Rosa: In this manner, I shall remain like a lamppost charged electrical voltage brimming with striking energy resting at the crown of my head Oh, it has taken a legendary position right beside my reckless mind; together, they will trigger a nuclear disaster I will stumble through the digging of ideas, the landmines of war plans, the letters of artillery shells, and the bombs of extermination... It is as though the Third World War is about to erupt within me, forcing me to rise and organize my thoughts Arranging my thoughts is like folding the clothes in my closet clothes I haven't organized since the day I was born Why should I exhaust myself like a cat fleeing a barking dog, when I have the power to attain the serenity of a sleeping child?