The wound you have left me with…only adds to my beauty. My wound I will preserve as your mark…that anoints my forehead. My beloved … oh beloved … Without you … my life is incomplete …vacuous … empt y… my life is empty.
Maya is still in my imagination, nor in my mind. Maya is the kind of girl that anyone could love. She comes in dreams. She’s very beautiful. She dances only for herself. Maya is all these things, and yet she is only Maya.