Reading a poem (by Schelling? by Schleiermacher? one of those guys) in English translation.
The word I am looking for is civet. No.
The word I am looking for is coelum[?]. No.
It is connected with the desire to live,
and with the desire to die violently.
...] climbs temple steps[?] [...] pulse[?] of blood [...
...] yellow marl[?] [...
The word I am looking for is ocelot.
I love it. I show it to J. She loves it. I wake up.
