What You Take To Be Hyprocrisy Is

I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.

The Rumble Of The Life Outside Was Like The Sound Of The Sea Which Was Rising Gradually Around Her.

I Am Empty Of Everything. I Am Empty Of Everything But The Thin, Frail Ghosts In My Room.

I Want More Of This Feeling - Fire And Wings.

As Soon As I Turned The Key I Saw It Hanging, The Color Of Fire And Sunset. The Colour Of Flamboyant Flowers. ‘if You Are Buried Under A Flamboyant Tree, ‘ I Said, ‘your Soul Is Lifted Up When It Flowers. Everyone Wants That.’ She Shook Her Head But She Did Not Move Or Touch Me.