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The rose and gold shine for a short time compared to the dark colors, which last like all real things, while the others live just the days of illusion and dreams - one day - like butterflies.

Sometimes It seems as though I shall always remain on the wrong side of the ocean that one has to cross to reach the other side, cross It or drown.

I shall never be anything special, I know, but I console myself by thinking that even if I don't become famous or rich, I shall be and can be Happy with a pen and a morsel of bread, daily bread.

It seems to me I am looking for something, I don't know what, but when my free spirit escapes from the powerful claws of that mortale enemy, the World, It seems to me I find what I wanted.

When I read and reread these pages, I am glad to be able to say: this is a special story. What does It matter if nobody understands It. Am I writing for other people? No. I write for me, for myself. My voice is unknown.