I have seen rivers spring, letting them flow within, flood the body with red. And this perfume, which is skin and form, which makes me eternal fire. I have not found out where it comes out, but transforms me into many small, large and beautiful beings. I exhale and I am destroyed gradually, and it passes through me now in peace, now in pain. Always this perfume, with thousands of names of things, I cannot remember what. But I do not renounce this smell, salty, tender, passionate smell.