Of all the lives that I have known, none could give me the pleasures of extasy like this one... None could push the dream farther and farther, as erratic as existence can be. After all, are we not all travelers on this planet that keep pondering over herself for milleniums now? I live between two fragments of the same reality, relishing over the edge of what others calls madness, in a world that brings nothing to them but the fear of losing their path. I embrace passion and eloquence over a pathetic attempt to hold to a life that does not feed from the true perversion. I devour lust in a endless whirl of words... I am two women with one hunger... What can you do? Who can you save unless perhaps yourself?