Where do I want to go? Let me tell you in all confidence. For fifteen days I'll stay here; then, I don't really know....I mean...I just want to be close to P. again really. And this is all.

I laugh at my heart and do what he tells me to do.

Yes!! I'll be a gipsy, I'll travel world wide! But you, perhaps, you are something more than this?

Say whatever you want to say, I can't stay here anymore. What am I doing here? Time becomes endless. I feel out of place, weird...I think I'll stay here a little bit longer, like eight days, and then I'll go back to my 'wild' life. The best thing I've been doing here has been to draw....but everybody here is so attached to reality it is hard to share anything related to art, or fantasy.