:30:03
nor did my respect for the
ancient sayings.
:30:06
I had to scream in furor
that my madness...
:30:09
had more wisdom than
Father's wisdom.
:30:12
That my illness suited me better
than the family's good health.
:30:16
That my remedies had never
been mentioned in the books.
:30:19
But there was another
medicine. Mine.
:30:23
I recognized no science
except my own...
:30:26
and everything was merely
a matter of perspective.
:30:28
Only my point of view held
any meaning whatsoever.
:30:32
I wanted to tell him only
a satisfied person would
:30:34
test the virtue of patience
with other people's hunger.
:30:39
I had to say all this
in a verbal fit...
:30:41
turning upside down
the sermon table.
:30:43
Destroying clamps,
bolts and moorings.
:30:46
Establishing a different balance,
and gathering strenght...
:30:49
to go higher and higher.
:30:51
Tightening mainly my
clandestine muscles...
:30:54
rediscovering at once
the beast in me,
:30:57
My hooves, jaws and spurs...
:30:59
letting the oily grease coat my
sculptured self as I galloped...
:31:04
with my feathered mane
flying like feathers.
:31:07
Stepping with my sagittarius
paws the soft belly of the world.
:31:10
Taking from this pasture
a grain of wheat...
:31:12
and a fat slice
of wine-soaked wrath.
:31:17
Me, the epileptic.
:31:20
The possessed, crazed epileptic.
:31:22
Me, the starved,
rolling in my convulsive speech...
:31:25
the soul of a flame.
:31:27
A veronica cloth
and a squirt of mud...
:31:31
mixing the salty name of our
sister into this flowing broth...
:31:35
the perverted name of Ana.
:31:39
Such shivering...
:31:41
So many suns...
:31:43
Such agony.