When I look at you, I realize divine impiety. Showing an image of a woman so young, sophisticated, powerful, sensual and intelligent to a being as decadent as I am is pure torture. I will never be worthy of occupying the same space as you. I will be content, then, with just glimpsing you from a distance. Seeing those tiger eyes ready to tear men apart with their claws of desire and their fangs of passion. You are a tsunami that has devastated my soul. Like a scapegoat, I happily place myself before your yoke. Being destroyed by you has become my salvation. My life has gained a mistress. The name of my lady is branded in hot iron on my heart: BREDDA. The sound of your name is what makes my being vibrate. You are everything!