If I had to open my heart, I would tell all the secrets therein, those that I confess myself, and those that I try to deny myself… I would speak about my hope, the struggles, and toils for a happiness that I do not even know if it exists, but I insist on wanting to get from my refusal to accept being arrested, unless this prison is my own choice… I would say, probably, that this weakness is only apparent or even the strongest hours my heart asks for shelter and understanding… I know there are things I never learned and probably I will never learn, I know the life I drank and I still drink from it, but it will take a whole day full of marks and scars, but more than ever I feel more womanly…