Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart if they exist I will still not have the power to forget you.

She is free in her wildness she is a wanderess a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. Time for her isnt something to fight against. Her life flows clean with passion like fresh water.

I had come from wondrous lands from landscapes more enchanting than life but only to myself did I ever mention these lands and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones but my heart was far away even if it beat close by false master of an estranged and exiled body.

As I look back on my life I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men we must learn bravery and live for Pleasure and for Beauty. More important than those two things should stand only one thing for us... Honor. A mans honor should be more sacred to him than his life especially in our age a time when very few men know what honor is.

As for you girls you must risk everything for Freedom and give everything for Passion loving everything that your hearts and your bodies love. The only thing higher for a girl and more sacred for a young woman than her freedom and her passion should be her desire to make her life into poetry surrendering everything she has to create a life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in her imagination.

This is the most immediate fruit of exile of uprooting the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams of slavery and redemption of improbable paradises of equally mythical and improbable enemies cosmic enemies perverse and subtle who pervade everything like the air.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.