When reading your work I often

Come across this thought

It is so true

I am sitting on a terrace here in Vence

Marie-Claude in opposite me

We are both drinking Coca Cola

(I have learnt my lesson Joe)

We both feel exhausted

(I will let you make your own mind up)

Monique is driving to see her parents

I do feel very happy but I also feel guilty

The view from this terrace pleases my eye

You said that Marie-Claude was not that beautiful

But today she is the most beautiful woman I know

What is your idea of beautiful Joe

You frequently say to me that Brutal buildings are quite beautiful

Whereas I am disturbed by their vacancy

Your conception of beauty can be oblique

I feel a slut Joe as bad as any faggot cruising

After Cannes I feel that I am now on a journey

It is maybe a journey that God has planned for me

Who knows (least of all me)

Although you are my one and only true love

I hop like a grasshopper from cunt to cunt

It has always been like that

You call them my passions

I feel that I am easy

Like a girl in a wartime city

Giving pleasure to the brave soldiers

Many already doomed

My passions will always be there

Sometimes I feel that my emotions

Control my life as I am weak

You will say that I am on heat

Which is probably true

You will say that this is part of my beauty

Beauty chases Beauty

I know that I am beautiful

I have few flaws

God created me in your image Joe

As for a man you are rather beautiful

We are the beautiful twins

I do sound like a conceited bitch

But I am a gentle creature

That is why I sometimes bleed

Forgive me Joe

My mouth and my brain are not connecting

In a couple of days this visit will be history

I will keep in contact with Marie-Claude

But we are just passing ships and realise that

Please do not discuss this with Cora

As I do not want her to be hurt

She will hurt me I feel that

And I am sure that I will hurt her

But that is for the future