With the shadow I had found my memories again...

And the thoughts do not come...

After the negating celebration of the social dusk, we will celebrate the rite of the 'I': the great noon of the complete and actual individual.

The world is the moral world of phantoms.

LOVE: Deception of the flesh and damage to the spirit.

Didn’t christianity triumph over the nearly enviable pagan society through a revolutionary dynamic?

I am a star who turns

Love understood as a mission!? The maiden wife and mother? No, no, no! I will not be wife, I will not be mother! My revolt can neither be interrupted or foiled.

With revolution, the last of these streams needs to burst upon the other two and overwhelm them.

The terrible moment of my tragedy was about to fatefully strike.

I understood that the host ended up as white paste melted in the heat of my mouth, between two drops of wine, but no miracle occurred.

Death — in order to avenge the state — has even mowed down those who are not worthless, even those who are essential!...

I am a precocious adolescent who after having completed a long voyage through the phosphorescent labyrinths of the most frightening depths, go back upon the vertex to sing in the sun the sacrilegious and proud song of my still young and therefore free life.

The free spirits have already hurled their thunderbolts across the twilight.

The blood that it sheds transforms itself into wine that the forerunners of the time silently gather in the red chalices of hatred, addressing it as the heroic beverage in order to commune with all the offspring of social sorrow called to the twilight celebration of the dusk.

Cries from under the ground!

We can give both the same bread, but not the same pleasures.

Oh, black flags carried

Could you be a christian nihilist? Does the tragic fatality that weighs on the reality of life frighten you? Could you be one of my enemies? Well, if so, lay your cause — like good christians — beyond life; but I teach placing life beyond good and evil.

Enough, enough, enough!