I Prefer Empty Cages, Sabina, Until I

I See Enormous Loves Growing Immense And Finally Crushing Me.

Life Shrinks Or Expands In Proportion To One's Courage.

I Cheat Him, I Deceive Him, Yet The World Does Not Sink In Sulphur-colored Mists. Madness Conquers. I Can No Longer Put My Mosaics Together. I Just Cry And Laugh.

We Do Not See The World As It Is. We See The Word As We Are.

But I Lie. I Embellish. My Words Are Not Deep Enough. They Disguise, They Conceal. I Will Not Rest Until I Have Told Of My Descent Into A Sensuality Which Was As Dark, As Magnificent, As Wild, As My Moments Of Mystic Creation Have Been Dazzling, Ecstatic, Exalted.