El corazón tiene una muerte lenta, desprendiéndose de cada esperanza como si fueran las hojas de un árbol. Hasta que un día no queda ninguna.





She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.