I Tolerate My Faults But Not At

I Thank You For Your Kind Invitation To Introduce Me To The President Of The Republic. Since I Have Not Been Out Of My Atelier For Two Months, I Have No Appropriate Costume For This Circumstance. Please Excuse Me.

Send Me One Hundred Francs On Our Future Deals, Otherwise I Will Disappear In A Cataclysm.

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!

There Is Always Something Missing That Torments Me.

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.