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The show should never be left unfinished, and I didn't, I collapsed. How ironic, that a man who defied death should die from the fist of a student boy. Well.  Maybe my body had already taken too many blows, and the last one was the last. Poet´s note. Harry Houdini was a magician and a king of chains

I was a Danish princess, but I became Russian, my dying crown prince asked me as his last wish to marry his brother, and I fell in love with him too. I fell in love with Russia, but I had to flee, like many others. But I returned, to my husband's side to Russia of my own free will after decades. There's no need to wait for Nicky to return, we're together, the whole family. Poet's note. Maria Feodorovna was the mother of Nicholas II and the Dowager Empress.

They call me the Sleeping Beauty. Actually, I was Rosalia Lombardo, I died when I was only two. My father couldn't bear to lose me, so I rest in my glass coffin in the catacombs of the monastery. The doctor cast a spell on me to live forever, because I wasn't allowed to sleep away. But still, I just sleep, forever, as if I had never left. Poet's note. Rosalia Lombardo died at the age of only two of the Spanish flu and was embalmed in Sicily, where she still rests.

I never thought I would live forever after my horrible end but I thought  that something like that might happen that my body would be preserved for generations to come in that strange communist church. I was a man and not God, not an object of worship. That's what I objected to. But that's what I became for years, until they no longer knew what to do with me until I fall into pieces and there's no use for me anymore. A note from the poet. Vladimir Lenin still lies in his mausoleum.

As my last wish, I asked my friend to destroy my writings, but he didn't follow my wish. I am more famous than ever, the idol of all strange people. And I only wrote about the world as I saw it, strange and frightening. But I wasn't alone. That was a surprise. A poet's note. Franz Kafka is one of the most famous writers.

When I died, of course people mourned the great Valentino, none of them knew Rodolfo, me. They mourned their dreams, their youth. My death came as a surprise to me too. I was amazed to see the hysteria caused by my death, why? I was really just a poor boy from Italy, a waiter and a gigolo, but my best role was Rudolph Valentino, the Latin lover. A note from a poet. Rudolph Valentino was one of the first great movie stars.