If i could breathe the hate i found in humanity I would be suffocated by its virulent fogs If i could live in my way - no mercenaries I would count on the pain, the only thing i own I am a man... i am without a leg If i look down i realize that i don't even have the other one I am a legless man and i don't have my left arm I don't have the right one either and i have no spinal column I have no hands... i don't have eyes...i don't have hair There's a lack of nose and ears in my face, i can't see anything of me: i am a black fly I am misery: i am nothing: you made me a "non-man" dear doctor world And if i transgress against your catechism i hope many will follow me! If i exist i am no one else: i don't acknowledge in me this equivocal pluralism My subjectivity and the creator it's way too much for just a brain This place... in where huge instinctive pulsions are lost: here there is the final apocalypse