I Stopped Loving My Father A Long

Living Never Wore One Out So Much As The Effort Not To Live.

I Want To Make My Own Discoveries…….penetrate The Evil Which Attracts Me

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.

You Carry Away With You A Reflection Of Me, A Part Of Me. I Dreamed You; I Wished For Your Existence. You Will Always Be A Part Of My Life. If I Love You, It Must Be Because We Shared, At Some Moment, The Same Imaginings, The Same Madness, The Same Stage.

One Handles Truths Like Dynamite.