If you get to that desert home tell my friends my soul is missing, if only you can get hold of my shadow to rail my losing dreams.
I want to doubt everything like Thomas and Rene Descartes, even my home rejects me with as it is seem from their words , the air I breathe seems poisonous even greetings provokes like atomic bombs, so why will I not envy the corpses of my dead soul and shadow, for they have coffins as their companion, if I can get the light to penetrate the darkness of my dreams, I will not open even if I get the door of my missing soul and shadow.
