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He who hides his madman dies voiceless.

I am writing to you from a land that was once full of light. I am writing to you from the land of the cloak and shadow. For years and years, we've been living on the Tower of the flag at half-mast. Summer! Poisoned summer! And since then it has always been the same day, day of the encrusted memory...

Living thus at a distance, always alone at the rendezvous, without ever holding a hand in his hands, with a hook in his heart he thinks of peace, of that cursed throbbing peace, all his, and of the peace that is said to be above that peace.