THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MADMAN AND ME IS THAT I’M NOT MAD! » ———————————– WHEN NARCISSUS’ CLEAR AND DIVINE ANATOMY LOOKS AT THE DARK MIRROR OF THE LAKE, ———————————– WHEN HIS WHITE CHEST BENT FORWARD FREEZES, FROZEN, IN THE SILVERY AND HYPNOTIC CURVE OF HIS DESIRE, WHEN TIME PASSES ON THE CLOCK OF THE SAND FLOWERS OF HIS OWN FLESH, ———————————– NARCISSUS ANNIHILATES HIMSELF IN THE COSMIC VERTIGO IN THE DEPTHS OF WHICH SINGS THE COLD, DIONYSIAN SIREN OF HIS OWN IMAGE. NARCISSUS’ BODY IS EMPTIED AND LOST IN THE ABYSS OF HIS REFLECTION, LIKE THE HOURGLASS THAT WE WILL NOT TURN AROUND. ———————————– NARCISSUS, YOU LOSE YOUR BODY, CARRIED AWAY AND CONFUSED BY THE MILLENNIAL REFLECTION OF YOUR DISAPPEARANCE, YOUR BODY STRUCK BY DEATH DESCENDS TOWARDS THE PRECIPICE OF TOPAZES WITH YELLOW WRECKS OF LOVE, YOUR WHITE BODY, SWALLOWED UP, FOLLOWS THE SLOPE OF THE FEROCIOUSLY MINERAL STREAM OF BLACK GEMS WITH PUNGENT SCENTS, YOUR BODY… UP TO THE MATT MOUTHPIECES OF THE NIGHT ON THE EDGE OF WHICH ALREADY SPARKS ALL THE RED SILVERWARE OF THE BROKEN-VEINED VANES IN THE BLOOD PIERS”.