"Today those harsh, cold and long days seem so distant, now they remain only as a bad memory, or a part of me that now it's left behind, or should have been, nevertless nothing which is really important is left behind", wrote Liv in her diary in an October afternoon of 2004; her forehead frowned as she put down something harder, or called to mind a deeper feeling.
"I can't understand what happened to me since the winter of 1988 until the fall of 2000, I can only remember I couldn't differ dawn from twilight. Such a bad feeling inside me took over my body and made me feel desperate; a fear of being afraid frightened more and more my soul" she stopped breathing for a moment and after sighing she continues writing.
"I wish to report this nightmare, which formerly was dark, called life that gradually became white filling my heart with hope. After all, everything I needed was to comprehend how to deal with the difficulties of my destiny and be courageous to face them and now maybe I can" Liv leaned her arm on the table, made odd gestures with her hands and said some words to herself, they were nearly sighs:
"from my fingertips come out colors
That take me to another dimension
And open my book of shadows
One last Time."