(Worship of the language) In the beginning was heaven, earth and silence, and from silence came non-verbal language, then oral language, from speech was born the word, from the word the verb, and from the verb the pleasure of the text. The figure of speech that seduces, licks and sucks. I want your naked body. I want your flesh devoid of hiding. I want to quench the thirst of your liquid. I want to starve your subject. I want to light my cigarette in the fire of your bowels. I want to get drunk on your lust. I want to take a drink from your lips. I want to drown myself in your kisses. I want to mark your breasts with my mouth. I want to suffocate on your thighs. I want my libidinous map from your legs. I want to wake up with your tongue like my alarm clock. I want to fall asleep from your sway like a blues. I want to sin from your sin. I want the blessing of your small and large lips. I want to kneel before your profanities and ask for penance. I want the vulgar from your moan. I want from your word the immoral. I want from your verb the illicit. I want from your pleasure what is most sordid and libertine in language. And, if by chance, you are absent: I want the joy to be poured out in your honor.