Monday, July 14, 2008


These are the days of our exuberances,
Of our enlightened and neurotic qualities,
The blindness of Cupid.

These are the movements of our minds,
Of our prejudices and our self-confidences,
The cunning of Daedalus.

These are the dreams of our reality,
The fabric worn so thin as to become a hole,
The death of Zeus.