the heart dies

a slow death

shattering each hope

like leaves...n

until one day, there are non

no hopes

nothing remains

...

she paints her face to hide her face

her eyes are deep water

it is not for her to want

it is not for her to feel

she is the artiste of the floating world

she dances

she sings

she entertains you...n

whatever you want

the rest is shadows

the rest is secrets

you can not say to the sun "more sun" .n

or to the rain "less rain".n

we are the wives of nightfall