While my eyes fixed the green foliage, as the one who drives out the birdies all his life,
 my father and my guide said to me:
"My son, come now, so that the time which is assigned to us is distributed in a more useful way." 

I turned my eyes and my steps towards these wise men, whose words encouraged me to go without effort. 
And here that we heard singing while crying, with an accent such as
 we had pleasure to hear it, at the same time as a great pain: 
"Labia mea, dominates". 

"Oh my soft father, what is it that we hear?" 
And he answered to me:
 "They are shadows who go, undoubtedly, by paying their debt." 

They went behind us and they passed us, as do the pilgrims when they meet an unknown person
 on the road to Saint-Jacques  de Compostelle, and that they turn towards them without stopping; 
they looked at us with astonishment, these pious and quiet souls. 
Their eyes were obscured and cavernous, their face was pale and their body emaciated 
and the skin married the shape of the bones. I do not believe that Casanova was thus emaciated
 to his last bark, by chastity, even when he did not have anything more to court.

 I said to myself: 
"Here are the people who have lost Sodome, when the Holy Spirit infused his member in the womb of the Virgin." 
Their orbits appeared rings without their gems, and, on the face of the men, one could read that
they were hungry and thirsty. Without knowing the reason, who could believe that the taste of a breast, 
the savour of a member, or the odor of a thigh, could give birth to desire with such an intensity? 

In my stupor, I did not arrive at knowing what starved them thus, being unaware of the cause 
of their thinness and their desiccated skin, when I saw a shadow turning his glance towards me, 
and who fix me with his eyes, and who shout with a strong voice:
 "What grace grants me to see you from so close?"

Never I would have recognized him with his features, but, to his voice, I discovered what 
the aspect had made disappear in him. This spark relit in me all the knowledge of this disfigured face,
and I recognized the aspect of 
Donatien Alphonse François marquis de Sade. 

He talk to me as follows: 
"Do not worry about this dry leprosy which fades my skin, nor of my emaciation, so large is it, 
but tell me the truth about you, and tell me who are these two souls who does escort you, 
do not remain thus, without answering me."

 "Your face is not unknown to me, and it does not give me now, more pain and more tears 
to see it so deformed. Also tell me, in the name of God, what thinned you down so much; 
do not ask me to speak before I am disencumbered from my stupor, because I could not 
express myself well, with this desire which haunts my spirit."

He answered to me:
 "Of the eternal aims, it goes down in the water and the tree left behind us, a virtue which 
thins me down that way. All these people who sing while crying, to have without measure, 
sodomized between themselves, whipped their flesh, bruise their tail 
and manipulated the vagina during 100 days in Sodome, 
they purified themselves here, by the hunger and thirst of suffering even more."

 "The mixture of blood and sweat of the breasts, the taste of cum which escapes from the vulva, 
the savour of the sperm, is spread up there on the foliage and burns us of the desire to be whipped, 
to crunch the flesh, to drink the seed; and our sorrow renews as many time as it is necessary 
to turn around this cornice, but it is also from the masochist pleasure which we enjoy towards where 
carries us this desire, the same one that pushed Christ to suffer on his cross 
and to redeem us from his own blood."

 "I believe that, since I am in age of reasoning, nature and chance united to flood me their treasures, 
I sincerely believe, because there are people who were dumb enough to tell it, and that
 ridiculous prejudices had made me haughty, despotic and furious, it is as if everything  were due to me 
and that the whole earth had to answer to my whims, and that it was only due to myself
 to ensure to me, their conception and their satisfaction."

 "I was impetuous, extremist in all, and I did fear nothing, I were nourished of a  perverse and depraved 
imagination without limits, nobody had never seen anything similar and I did not have the taste to change some, 
it would have been necessary to kill me to do it. I believe sincerely that sodomy is the ultimate form of 
sexual expression, because it is not directed towards reproduction, and I practise it like a philosophical ideal."

 "If I were punished by the mortals, it is not to have fornicated with whores, to have whipped and have 
deflored  young girls, to have martyrised the maidservant of my wife or to have tortured 
to death, beautiful lesbians, but well, to have sodomized the Christ in His Cross."(1) 

And I answered this perverse spirit: 
"Sade, since this day when you exchanged this world of painful vice for a better life, three hundred years 
have  passed up to now. If the capacity to sin more, finishes in you before did occur the hour of this good 
pain, which again links us to God, how then, could you go so high close to the supreme happiness?
I thought of  finding you below in Hell, 
where wasted time is repurchased by the time which does not finish any more." 

And he answered  to me: 
"It was midnight, when the phantom of Laura de Sade appeared to me, she says to me: 
"why do you suffer on earth, come and join me, I live in a very vast world, without criteria, 
without battles, without sufferings;"
 I wanted to hang myself to hyer neck and follow her, but the phantom disappeared and I found myself 
alone with my pain. It is however my dear wife Renee Pelagie who led me to drink the absyndh of a softer pain;
 by her tears and her prayers and her wisperings, she pulled me off from the frights of Hell.

She is all the more dear and pleasant to God, my to tender little widow whom I loved in spite of all, 
that she is no more the only one to make the good, because the brothels of the Ville Lumière,
do not numbered any more only but  chasts good ladies."(1)

"Oh my beloved brother, what should I say to you?
I see coming the time already, which is not so far, where one will prohibit 
to the shameless ladies of France to sleep on the beaches of the Midi, 
exposing their bosoms and their tits to the greediness of the vampires. 

Which barbarian women was there never, which Iranian women, to whom it needed 
spiritual defenses to make them cover herselves, so that finally one can reinvent concupiscence, 
sexual cruelty and raping, to tear their hidden charms?"

"But if these shamelesses  guessed what I prepare for them in heaven, 
they would already have their mouth open to howl their suffering; because
 if the forecast here does not mislead me, they will have some subjects of pain, 
before that had a beard the nurse who let me, today,  crunch her milky udders." 

"Ah! brother, now, do not hide me anything more. See that it is not me alone,
 but all these people who look at the place where you veil the sun."

 I answered  to him:
"If you recall in your memory what you were, who I was not, this memory, now, 
will be even more painful to us. Of this life diverted me this other one, who goes in front of me, 
since the moon made a perfect circle; he led me by the profund night to the true deaths, 
with this real flesh that follows him. 

From there his encouragements induces me to climb and circumvent this mountain 
which rectifies you, you who carries your twisted back.

He said to me that  he would accompany me until I arrive where will be Jeanne 
and where it will be necessary that I remain there, without him." 

And I showed him with my finger, Baudelaire:
"As for this shadow who is in front, it is well Dante 
who was driven out by the tremors of your kingdom."