There Is Always Something Missing That Torments

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.

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.

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

If You Are Nice, And Keep Your Promise, We Will Be In Paradise.

Last Night, Two Men Tried To Force My Shutters. I Recognized Them: They Are Two Of Rodin's Italian Models. He Told Them To Kill Me. I Am In His Way; He Wants To Get Rid Of Me.