I find the world too small.
Salted tears of defeat crystallize
in the corners of my restless
eyes. But I never weep. The
world is too small, and passions
are short lived. I get furious at
stairways, furious at doors,
at walls, furious at everyday life.
I am the most tired woman in the
world. I am tired when I get up.
Life requires an effort which I
cannot make. Please give me that heavy book, I need to put something
heavy like that on top of my head.I have to place my feet under the
pillows always, so as to be able to
stay on earth. Otherwise I feel
myself going away, going away at a
tremendous speed,
on account of my lightness,
I know that I am dead.