... and there is no sun not then and never again glossy nativity desirable perfume of light flavourless silence the beauty of the gist ... but what is the gist nothing or everything embedded in lies about the real sense of life the poise between the beginning and the end ... but this is the last dance escape from this thorn undying enrich me please in my thruth the slumber in enchantment deify the breath, my only passion ... but there is no sun no gesture no gist only me, only freedom, only life