Love, love in the man’s heart is solitude.
And on the face of my naked femininity, your face is mirrored.
And my love is in the sea, in dreams.
And we are faced by death.

Necesito gente, algún lector… No para entendernos. Solamente para poder dar una señal de vida.

Mi pequeña, mi pequeña Marguerite.

…you must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on…