"Io vivo tra piu' paesi, piu' lingue, piu' culture. Mi ritrovo sempre negli interstizi, nei luoghi di passaggio. E' l'unico modo di agire in questa vita noiosa." Traggo queste frasi da un singolare (e assai interessante) romanzo, Il diario di Dracula di Marin Mincu.

So long I've supressed this midnight hunger
And hidden from Night's dark embrace
I have not waltzed over Twilight's embers
Nor felt the moon's kiss on my face

And yet one look upon your hand's writings
Your drawing blood, and I am caught
They awaken, all my darkest cravings
And graces I had long forgot

And so I dance with light and shadows
I pray, and I am most afraid
For its from my tomb your visage tears me
Shreds all the safety I had made.

When you cry out in pain
and nobody can hear you,
when your dying inside and
it appears that nobody can
see it in your eyes or that
they even give it a second
thought or don't even care
about your silent screams;

When you scream out for help
and nobody even notices your
true confusion about your
own very existance or your
own worth or your own right
to live because without any
acceptance no one has any
acceptance for themselves;

My silent screams are heard
by none thus I am neither

Xeroderma Pigmentosum: Many diseases have been linked -- usually incorrectly -- to folkloric vampirism, and here is yet another one. One question answered by the following was, "Is xeroderma pigmentosum like albinism?"