«¡No renuncies jamás a tus sueños, los cuerdos nada saben del sueño admirable de un loco!» - Charles Baudelaire

Each day we take another step to hell,
Descending through the stench, unhorrified

— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère!

He sadly resumes his path toward a desert that he knows is similar to the one he just crossed, escorted by the pale phantom they call Reason, who lights up the aridity of his path with a weak lantern, and who, when the thirst of passion comes back from time to time, quenches it with the poison of ennui.