Author of quotes: Henri Michaud

Blowing a terrible wind..
In my chest I have a small hole,
But an ominous wind is blowing in it.
In the hole of this hatred, the horror, the impotence
And again, the powerlessness, and the wind is all-powerful
Mighty he, like vortices
He breaks the steel needle,
And it's always just the wind
Always emptiness. And when she disappears,
I'm confused, I'm full of longing.
How would sound the word of Christ,
If he was the same as I do?
A shiver in my soul keeps always ready with your cold.
And consumes all, and all deny my emptiness,
Everything in it is dull and Nemo
The silence of the stars.
Hole in my breast the deep, and the shape it has.