NOCTUOIDEA

"i tear myself from the window and stumble across the room; i glue myself against the looking glass. i stare at myself, i disgust myself: one more eternity. finally, i flee from my image and fall on the bed. i watch the ceiling, i'd like to sleep."



"i grasp at each second, trying to suck it dry: nothing happens which i do not seize, which i do not fix forever in myself, nothing, neither the fugitive tenderness of those lovely eyes, nor the noises of the street, nor the false dawn of early morning: and even so the minute passes and i do not hold it back, i like to see it pass."