I go down these stairs the end of which I cannot see in the blue
profoundness of these sea – like depths I run into nocturnal spiders. | The
chill of the earth insidiously coils around me like a snake as if I were
grabbed by rigor mortis. | I am allured into a labyrinth - the quest of the
inner alchemy... | I burn a torch spreading terror among the subterranian
creatures that flee the danger of a mercyless conqueror. | Like firm hands
revealing womanly nakedness piece by piece the primitive light uncovers a
huge ivory - like skeleton. | Enthrilled with fear, I the inside of this
skull, its even, bone- like walls of- walls of tears, penitence, grief and
lust... | Then cross the thorax, huge as the texture of an
archreverberating with echoes, dull sounds of an ancient theatre. |

I find myself afloat on a boat sailing to the inner alchemy...