Why do you not believe me? Sleep … always sleep. Let your chest rise, continuing the unrealistic hope of happiness, I’ll allow, but do not open your eyes. Ah! do not open your eyes! I want to leave as well, not to witness your wake. Maybe one day, with a large book, in pages moved, I tell your story, terrified of what it contains, and lessons learned. So far I have not been able, for whenever I wanted, abundant tears fell on the paper, and my fingers trembled, but that it was old age. But I want to end this courage. I am outraged for not more nerves than a woman, and faint, like a little girl, whenever I think about your misery. Sleep … always sleep, but do not open your eyes! Farewell, hermaphrodite! Every day, I will not fail to pray to heaven for you (if it was for me, I would ask him point). May peace be in your womb!

When a woman, the soprano, makes her notes vibrant and melodious at the hearing of this human harmony, my eyes fill with a latent fire and throw sparks painful, while in my ears seems to ring the alarm of the cannonade. Oh!