Look at me, force that feeds on the night of the soul.

Look at me, force that feeds on the night of the soul. Angel fallen, disheveled, into the instability of vanity, turn your attention to me. Listen to me, routine victim of mad chance. Strip yourself bare, heap of blinding impulses. I have a message for you.

I want to offer you, sincerely, all the love of my being. I want to make a truce with you in my life. Peace, white peace, many-colored peace, crystal-clear peace. I no longer hold anything against your murky nature. I set nothing against your egoic aggression. You are the shadow of my jaws, the offspring of my actions, the fruit of my wanderings. In me you will find a father who never abandons you.

Here is a back you can lean on. Here is a lighthouse that can guide you. And here is my chest, where you can dwell. Become one with my consciousness. Be one with my gaze. My dear Mr. Hyde, merge with my Dr. Jekyll.

Come to me, hatred that poisons me. For the love that gives me life embraces you in its innocence. The love that I am includes you without conditions. The love that is everything blesses you. The love that you are too sings your praise.