Branded from day one. My parallel gaze was lost in this ocean ravaged by the road that was falling apart. I inhaled the smell of courage, of the wave rising from hell, of the rush of fog facing the barrage of words from the bloody lottery. The scene is salty, I live these dreams that explode in my livid mouth, these hidden fears, this mask dilapidated under acid. I catch the traveler's hand, beneath his tears nothing had rotted. The aesthetic inclination has lost its meaning. The resonance of labels stuck on the stupefied foreheads of a motionless herd. The weakness of the absence of consciousness, this trivialized cage, the damaged bodies. In these dark nights at the bottom of a black hole, the dizziness under the dome, the dripping of candles for the next turn. The ravaged face, vermin coming out of its mouth, eyes swollen from bites, wounds, insects running to my hand, the protection I gave myself for peaceful days. The barrier behind me surrounded by angels, love, and precious time. The frenzy of zigzags ended its course in the blood of my cross. The redness of the sky warms the flame on these nights when I see nothing but shadows through the smoke. All I had to do was swallow the pain once more to spit it out again, to deconstruct the story because it was a mirage that broke me, once again. I discovered the perversion of man without limits, relentless like a myth. I turned the light back on to crush it one last time like a moth. The bitterness that tightened my throat, the mask I tore off, the relentlessness of the pests that gnawed at my wounds, the conscience that saved me from my past\u2014that was the price I had to pay to overcome reality in the face of the absent man. It wasn't a game, this time it was etched forever, it was my crucifixion.<\/p>\n