Translation:White Rose

I feel good. Now a stoic ice shines in me. It makes me laugh this ruby rope grinding in my body.

Rope without end, like a spiral descending from evil... bloody and left-handed rope formed by a thousand daggers in support.

So be it, may it braid its rolls of funeral ribbons; and may it tie the trembling cat of Fear to the frozen nest, to the final stove.

Now I’m serene, with light. And meowing in my Pacific, a shipwrecked coffin.