" Out of ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air"
With air she is dead
And without
In empty bed
With a guy
Who is unable making love
"Her dead
body wears
the smile of
accomplishment
The illusion of Greek necessity"
The day starts
With bloody Mary
And loud music
Sylvie is whisling
The song of Mrdi Gras
I am from future
You don't have to get naked
