Translated by: Elizabeta Bakovska
I will tell you a secret: I’ve decided to write about you, about how everything is unreal. Everything is twisted. Where are the mirror?! Maybe you too are not real, I suppose you never were. As if you’re lost in some stained city… the fog has long fallen. Maybe I’ve read you someplace, yes, I’ve read you someplace, I fell in love with you, I followed your path and I realized that I was in a blind alley. A street with no way out. I realized that I was turning in circles trying to reach the truth. You know, I’ll tell you a secret. I have no more secrets, I’ve killed them all. Now I shut up. The trip is over. I’m pushed into torments because of the secret thoughts of a woman. Now you can freely give me your secret. I’ll keep it forever.