"Out in the sky, no one sleeps. No one, no one. No one sleeps. In a graveyard far off there is a corpse who has moaned for three years because of an arid landscape in his knee; and that boy they buried this morning cried so much it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet. Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful! We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth or we climb to the snow's edge with the voices of dead dahlias. But there is no oblivion; no dream: only flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths in a tangle of new veins,