Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

I envied these women I saw before me, their beauty still intact. Life has its revenge of life. Untimely death is the secret of eternal youth.

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

To other women the choice of clothes was a form of ingenious exhibition, a shameless seduction. To me, dresses were like a breastplate that I put on to set off to war against this life.

I succeeded in using my charms like a weapon; I learned to play with other's hearts and to master my own desires.