ME DALI: I CAN SEE THAT RIGHT NOW. I CAN’T STAND THE DIRTY CITY OR EVEN VILLAGE FLY, WITH A YELLOW MAYONNAISE BELLY AND SWOLLEN, WITH BLACK WINGS AS IF THEY HAD BEEN SOAKED IN A GLOOMY NECROPHILIC RHYME. I ONLY LIKE THE FLIES THAT ARE EXTREMELY CLEAN, SUPERGAIES, DRESSED IN SMALL COSTUMES OF GREY ALPACA BY BALENCIAGA, SPARKLING LIKE A DRY RAINBOW, PRECISE LIKE MICA, WITH GARNET EYES AND A BELLY OF YELLOW NOBLE FROM NAPLES, LIKE THE WONDERFUL LITTLE OLIVE FLIES FROM PORT LLIGAT WHERE NO ONE LIVES BUT GALA AND DALI. THESE SMALL FLIES HAVE THE GRACE TO ALWAYS LAND ON THE OXIDIZED SILVER SIDE OF THE OLIVE LEAF. THEY ARE THE FAIRIES OF THE MEDITERRANEAN. THEY INSPIRED GREEK PHILOSOPHERS WHO SPENT THEIR LIVES IN THE SUN, COVERED WITH FLIES… YOUR DREAMY LOOK ALREADY LEADS ME TO BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE ACQUIRED WITH FLIES…. TO CONCLUDE ON THIS CHAPTER, I WILL TELL YOU THAT, THE DAY I AM THINKING, I WILL BE DISTURBED BY THE FLIES THAT COVER ME, I WILL KNOW THAT THIS MEANS THAT MY IDEAS DO NOT HAVE THE POWER OF THIS PARANOID FLOW THAT IS THE SIGN OF MY GENIUS. ON THE OTHER HAND, IF I DON’T NOTICE FLIES, IT’S THE BEST SIGN THAT I COMPLETELY DOMINATE THE SPIRITUAL SITUATION.