What We Feel Is Beyond Words. We

Kill Him, Then Hug Him. Men Are More Faithful When Dead.

My Master... Say All You Wish Of Me. It Does Not Matter To Me:shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple Minded. It Does Not Concern Me Anymore. For Whoever Writes About Her Concerns. In The Logic Of Men Is Called A Stupid Woman. And Didn't I Tell You In The Beginning That I Am A Stupid Woman?

And The Writing Is Still : To You, With You, About You, Because Of You And For You.

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern, The Poem More Important Than The Notebook