These texts were written for people I love and were published in the magazine "Woman".

None of them are fabricated, and their linguistic incontinence is the result of unrestrained love, which has no other way to be illuminated and to display its splendor.

Of course, I contradict myself from page to page. Because this is imposed on me by my changing self. And also because all the life stances I passionately support would create great difficulty for me if they encompassed me.

Thus, over time, I understood, writing these texts, that the sincerity of the moment does not constitute truth.