Death is a simple phenomenon in nature, only people make it terrifying. I'm talking about natural death, which is often a sweet temptation.

Before being deposited here in this cell, from which I will only go out to get into a perpetual captivity, in my solitary walks on the outskirts of the city, on the paths, looking down and looking at the earth, a serene feeling came in my heart, at the beginning, of love for him, the black earth, silent, quiet, and attraction, desire, a kind of melancholy, a sweet nostalgia, to sleep on it and stay there forever stretched. And that's what I was doing, staring to the sky until I was asleep. I was awakened by a deep sense of regret "why did I wake up?".

But the violent death, suicide, to which you are pushed by men? Tender indifference to the world can truly control you only when you feel alien to your own being, but when, on the contrary, do you have the awareness that it is all? And you know for certain that this will never be free again? Life imprisonment!

No matter how hard you try, it is impossible for me to imagine that, once the pronounced verdict, I will be able to address the world with a careless tenderness. I have had to deal with investigations and justice, and have been sentenced, but not for life, not without the hope of coming out soon. It was not too soon, but not too late to be able to forget. Now I discover with horror that those who interrogated me were free, and I'll never be like them again, all my gestures will remind me that I am condemned to death.