I don’t want to live with all of you that exist in your body. I chose one face and now that face is disappearing. I am afraid, I want to hide from eyes that are lurking behind your eyes.

Is it your dad, your grandma? No , I know now, it is your greatgreat aunt: the mexican black sheep that instead of destroying your family brought a genius streak into it? The witch as they called her, the bitch as they cursed her.

If she comes out tonight while we are celebrating Pasolini s birthday, even though he is now dead and gone for 33 years, I swear I will start believing in God. No , I cannot do that, I am sorry: but I can promise you that I will have a child with you and that the child will be the goddess of the witches and bitches.