I raise the mirror of my life
Up to my face: sixty years.
With a swing I smash the reflection -
The world as usual
All in its place.

Every single man I did get to know filled me with but one desire: to lift my hand and bring it smashing down on his face.

Take hold of the handles of government carefully and grip them tightly. Destroy all hope, smash all intention of wresting them from you; allow no man to covet them.