The image with the lamb, translated:
"I've turned to love for forgetful sleep but love is nothing to me but a needle mattress, made to make the cruel girls drink."
The first time it appeared, it was last in sequence with three other images. Full context below.
"Sometimes i feel like i'm bleeding profusely, like a fountain sobbing rhythmically. I hear it well flowing with a long whisper but i touch myself in vain trying to find the wound."
"Across the city as in a closed field, he's leaving, transforming the cobblestones into islets. Sating the thirst of every creature and everywhere turning nature red."
"I've often asked deceptive wines to numb for a day the terror that gnaws at me. Wine makes the eye clearer and the ear sharper."
"I've turned to love for forgetful sleep but love is nothing to me but a needle mattress, made to make the cruel girls drink."