The More I Produce, The Less I

There Is The Good And The Bad, The Great And The Low, The Just And The Unjust. I Swear To You That All That Will Never Change.

I Do Not Want To Believe That Death Is The Gateway To Another Life. For Me, It Is A Closed Door. I Do Not Say It Is A Step We Must All Take, But That It Is A Horrible And Dirty Adventure.

I Cling Like A Miser To The Freedom That Disappears As Soon As There Is An Excess Of Things.

The Struggle Itself Towards The Heights Is Enough To Fill A Man's Heart. One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.

Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone At Last, We End Up Ruling Over A Desert.