Paint your face all black and white
A harlequin monster to walk the night
and Shadowwork your deepest fears

A puppet in the master's hand
To rape and burn in this forever land
Your soul to cry, choke back the tears

Open your eyes
And breathe in the hatred
Swallow the lies
And swim in abasement
But don't ever let go of me

Wine like blood spill down your throat
You're lost like love, forlorn and remote
And viscious dreams play into desire

Flaming tongues scream out your name

I wonder,
Where are you?
Does the cold get to the very center of you%85
Does the pain and misery threaten to break you in two
In the night, does the wind whisper my name
Can you feel my touch as I reach for you in my dreams
Does your heart break anew with each rise of the sun
Am I in your thoughts each night and day
Has your very existence been proven futile

I wonder,
What happened to us?
Where went the heartfelt, carefree days of youth
Where went the never-ending love

Somehow the night had passed--somehow in bitterness, in anguish. But it had passed.

Ernest's lips were parched and sleeplessness had left its trace in the black rings under the eyes, when the next morning he confronted Reginald in the studio.

December 2, 2002 (Romania) - A 60-year-old Romanian woman who went to the cinema to watch a version of Dracula spent several hours alone in the building after she was accidentally locked inside.

Zinca Margarit, from Bucharest, was on the toilet when the cinema workers checked the building and left.

"I live in many countries, many languages, many cultures. I always find myself in the interstices, in places of passage. It's the only way of acting in this boring life." These sentences are taken from a singular (and most interesting) novel, The Dracula's Diary by Marin Mincu.