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 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.

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

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.

Happiness is something you lay siege to, it is a battle like a game of go. I will take hold of all the pain and snuff it out.

would you dare to love me?