nnThis night, life is hanging heavily in me,nas an oppressing burden, nRepugnant by her irony of intoxicating happiness, nIrritating by her provoking cynicism, nAs she attempts to atone nfor the little strength that remains to me, nThe last hopes, the last ethereal visions, nThe past times and those to come, nThose who have never been and shall not be, nThose who haunt me night and day, nThose who try to reach but always eludenin a blurred évanescence, nAs the water we would like to seize, he glides, nVanishes in a sheaf of a harassing ridicule. nThe dread is his most favourite mean, nThe anguish a terrible use, nThe despair his most devoted companion nIn the darkness where he likes to initiate me painfully, nWhere the dreams vanish slowly, nAnd where the infinity of the naught comes to me, nI feel it so close to me, nIt kisses me like a loving curse mistress nAnd its breath of chrysanthemums exhales me nThe sweet fragrance of a unique j ourney... nWithout retum. nn