When You Left On Saturday, I Felt

I Have Had The Problem Of Seeing My Male Model Go To Italy And... Stay There.

Madhouses Are Houses Made On Purpose To Cause Suffering . . . I Cannot Stand Any Longer The Screams Of These Creatures.

I Tolerate My Faults But Not At All Other People's.

It Is In Fact Agreed That I Am The Plague, The Cholera Of The Benevolent And Generous Men Who Are Interested In Art And That, When I Show Myself With My Plasters, Even The Emperor Of The Sahara Would Flee.

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.