I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

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.

Endless moons, an opaque universe, thunder, tornadoes, the quaking earth. Rare moments of peace; forehead up against my knees, arms around my head, I though, I listened, I longed not to exist. but life was there, a transparent pearl, a star revolving slowly on its own axis.

would you dare to love me?

Out on the street I start to run; I need to breathe in this life, the trees, the warmth of my town. I will be able to control my own fate and I will know how to be happy. Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle . . .

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

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?