To fly/steal is woman’s gesture, to steal into language to make it fly.
Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one...
I Drink. I Burn. I Dream.And Sometimes, I tell Stories !
Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.