Sometimes the creation takes over and the creator loses herself in the imagery creation. Sometimes someone arrives and becomes the creation and then takes over without knowing or desiring to. Sometimes someone like me who writes with her blood and soul cries and loves and laughs with her writing. She jazzes her sentences with episodes of her visions. Some are true and some not so absolute. Then the time comes to say goodbye to the creation and the creator wants to continue the writing. To burst forth the emotions, tampering with the thoughts, with the lust with the song.

She resembles no one and every one and it is hard to simultaneously be both the girl and the woman.

To the woman, he (the creation) represents nothing and the creator exhausted from continues struggle of the girl and the woman wants to stop. The girl continuously tries to convince the woman that he once did represent something.