Golden grasses, sunlight and love … this is what I have longed for my entire life. After all this living, after the choices I’ve made and the paths I have traveled, I wonder if I will ever see this place again, and if so, will I be able to stay … this is the question.
My hope is that the love which stems from before time will always remain, and always forgive, and always overcome everything time has to throw at it.
Now I know everything!
I will live easily, under Remy Martin, under Madame Clicquot.
I will live without dramas, I will live without fights.
And then stop.
And this is so.
Death is beautiful, like Brigitte Bardot, I will be put in the pocket of my coat.
I will disintegrate into different substances, beautiful creatures will eat me up.
I took cities – I will become food.
But I will always be.
I will always! always! always! always!