Little river To Finglebone The little river flowsThunder somewhereFor love growsIn the glory, everywhere What is waterDear friend?Few know itAnd fewer drink it. Going higherWithout end

To a sad angel Little sun, Pale, inside Little run,Rain, abide Lake unseenSky's delight Little chinOf the light A tree turnedTowards present

Moïra and hybris Bound by eternity, Apollon and Dionysos, Dark as abyss; Fraternity Of the mother and the father, The one bursting and shining, The other ligthening feather. Being and becoming, Whitening and blackening Drunken children’s dance Which increases...