And I Fear That My

Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things You Were Addicted To, And Leave Someone, And Cancel A Dream, And Finally, Accept A Reality.

In The Summer I Stretch Out On The Shore And Think Of You. Had I Told The Sea What I Felt For You, It Would Have Left Its Shores, Its Shells, Its Fish, And Followed Me.

And All The Countries Seemed The Same, That I Don't See Myself There, And I Don't See Myself Here.

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?

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