I loved you passionately and at the same time I hated you. Charismatic, lovable, a charming illusion, philosopher, egotistical, inconsistent, dreamy, tender, wretched, liar, lover of the moon, artist, of hidden loves, enchanter, father of my children.

Oh my brother, blood of my blood. Oh my brother, innocent giant in a nonsensical sea, you swam in the moon's rays, you rested, I am tired brother. With your wings shattered you magnified the sunset.

They brought it to you from behind. You had your word of honor, an unbreakable law, a contract of bravery and dignity, the books of Lountemis by your head. The worst insult was to call you a scoundrel.

This summer the watermelon is rotten, the sea is rotten too...