how could she tie herself to a man without allowing him to imprison her? How could she prevent him from developing his four walls over her body and soul? And was there a way to have things without those things possessing her?

reliefs; I accept everything that comes from me because I am unaware of the causes and I may be trampling something vital without knowing

Nothing escapes the perfection of things, that’s how it is with everything.

“The personality that ignores itself fulfils itself more completely.” True or false? But in a way she had avenged herself by casting her cold, intelligent thoughts over that woman swollen with life.

It is curious that I can’t say who I am. That is to say, I know it all too well, but I can’t say it. More than anything, I’m afraid to say it, because the moment I try to speak not only do I fail to express what I feel but what I feel slowly becomes what I say.

You see, vision consisted of surprising the symbol of the thing in the thing itself.

To be free was to carry on after all and there again was the beaten track. She would only see what was already inside her.

In them I sense the secret, the twinkling is the impassive mystery I hear flowing inside me, crying in broad, desperate, romantic notes. Dear God, at least allow me to communicate with them, satisfy my desire to kiss them. To feel their light on my lips, feel it glow inside my body, leaving it sparkling and transparent, cool and moist like the

her thoughts running parallel to the words.