Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.
sorrow is easier than guilt.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.
Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question.