The men in my life the lapse of memory, the will to change
all in my life, I do not want any more in the illusion,je
will not be any more but one
beautiful face and an
attracting body which one likes, that one consumes and that
one forgets. the love does not exist it is a leurr, a lie,
a apat which one uses to mask the desire to have., I
believe in vain that the love exists but the life shows me
the opposite. I liked morad for him I was only one
beautiful image which it looks at tous.les.jours qd it goes
to faculty, I liked it with obsession and I realized that
it was not that a dream I loved Eric on the Net I believed
to find a bequille sentimental, I were for him a prohibited
fruit which it wanted gouter at all costs in the name of
the love, I was disappointed N, deceived, it disappeared,
and I rencntré Alfred,e I saw in him more q' one adventure
the rare pearl, a visa for a stable world I liked it with
my for him only one Eastern phantasm was a dream of
Thousand and One Nights that it can replace by another
phantasm and another
sheherazade... loves broken because
they are not true, I scélé my ceour and I threw the key in
the ocean of the forgotten dreams a sheherazade of the East