I belong to everything so as always to belong a bit more to myself... Anf my ambition would be to carry the universe in my arms... Like a child being kissed by its nurse.

Yes, yes, yes...Nail me to your sea ventures
And my shoulders will love the weight of the cross!
Bind me to each voyage as to a stake
And the pressure of the stake will pierce my spine
And will feel it in one great passive orgasm!
Do what you want with me, so long as it's done at sea,
On deck, to the sound of the waves.
Wound me, kill me, tear me apart!
What I'd like is to bring to Death
a soul spilling over with the Sea,
Dead drunk on everything having to do with the sea,
With sailors as with anchors and caps,
With the Distant as with the Dock, with shipwrecks
As with run-of-the-mill shipping,
With masts as with waves,
And in voluptuous mourning, bring Death
A body swarming with leeches, sucking, sucking-
Those strange green absurd sea leeches!

I love to be a sailor, because I'm loving my self...


Make shroud ropes out of my veins!
Hawsers of my muscles!
Tear off my skin, nail it down to the keels.

Let me feel the pain of the nails and never stop feeling it!
Out of my heart make an admiral's flag
Unfurled in a battle between capital and ego...
Poor people have no chance in the big waves...