a night in a cave

我想起山洞的女人，只有一點燭火和希羅多德的史書。

When you leave, you should forget me.

Am I "K" in your book?

You are in love with him, aren't you?
Your poor patient.
You think he is a Saint......
I do not think he is.
I am not in love with him. I am in love with ghosts.
So is he, he is in love with ghosts.

There is a war. Where you come from becomes important.

What do you hate most?
Ownership. Being owned.

Betrayals in war.
Are childlike when compared with our betrayals during peace.

I heard your breathing. Thought it was the rain.
I am dying for rain.
I am dying anyway.
But I long for the rain on my face.



My darling i'm waiting for you.
How long is the day in the dark....
The fire is gone now.
And I am horribly cold.
I really ought to drag myself outside.
But then there would be the sun.
I am afraid I waste the light, on the paintings
And when writing these words.
We die.
We die. We die, rich with lovers......
Tastes we have swallowed.
Bodies we have entered.
And swum up like rivers.
Fears we have hidden in.
Like this wretched cave.
I want all this marked on my body.
We are the real countries.
Not the boundaries drawn on maps.
The name is a powerful man.
I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds.
This is all I have wanted.
To walk in such a place with you..with friends.
An Earth without maps.
The lamp has gone out and I am writing in the darkness.

然後男人回到山洞，女人臉上滿是塵土。
i'm crying a lot, crying aloud.
in the night, in the bed, in the end.
can't to sleep and can't stop kiss you in a girl's little dream.
i repeat Katherine's letter until i drunk again.
i know tomorrow as usual as every morning i wake up in regret.

I am in love with a ghost, too.