I Took All My Wax Studies And

I Am Not Feeling Any Better Because I Cannot Stay In Bed, Having Constant Cause For Walking. They Say I Leave At Night By The Window Of My Tower, Hanging From A Red Umbrella With Which I Set Fire To The Forest!

Sir Rodin Convinced My Parents To Have Me Committed; They Are All In Paris To Arrange It.

When You Left On Saturday, I Felt A Horrible Void, I Saw You Everywhere, On The Beach, In Your Room, In The Garden: Impossible For Me To Get Used To The Idea That You Had Left.

I Have All Sorts Of Problems And Feel Discouraged.

I Sleep Completely Naked To Make Me Believe You Are Here, But When I Wake Up It Is Not The Same Thing. Most Of All, Don't Deceive Me With Other Women Any More.