In the world born from him, a person could now become anything.

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.