" I am a digger of the rebellious history and of its irascible skeletons buried under your devastating temples. I never will support your inclement skies and shrink where the anathema holds place of faith. I never will support the fear carefully simmered by your big ways bandit priests who usurped rings of angels. I will keep myself out of reach of your blessing that kills, you, for whom the horizon is a nailed door, you, whose glances extinguish the hearths of hope, and transform each tree into coffins.