Anorexia Nervosa Cycle III Man-machine
I was to close this strange compendium...
Fixed mirror...
This wall where I've climbed on to all the night /
The astonishing disarray of the body its shrewd tongue that has just disappeared /
I would have liked
"He has not to do this" ...
Nothing more was possible /
Carnal torture & final stop...
This simple nothing
"Set me free" ...
Pacify my burns /
Flight ...
Reached belly & great smile ...
