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The sorrow of the land. For my sake. I loved America, and they loved me. I was the American dream in high heels. I was more than that. Not a stupid blonde. I was lucky and wanted to give back. What I loved most was my husband, I always loved him, and he loved me. I couldn't have asked for more. I'm with him now, forever. Dolly Parton was a singer, actress, and philanthropist.

I was everyone's baby, but when I died I didn't even have hair, the platinum blonde was gone. All those vampstories, I was so much more. I never had the man I loved by my side. Not even in the grave. My mother came with me there too. This was Hollywood. Nothing more. Poet's note. Jean Harlow was one of the biggest movie stars of the 30s.

I prayed for my unborn son, that he would be spared. I offered myself as their prisoner, but they would not spare me, not me, not my son. Blood, blows and blood... They wrote in my blood... I had become a Hollywood star, but I was murdered, buried with my son in my arms. So sad. Poet's note. Actress Sharon Tate was murdered by the Manson clan in a mass murder. She was pregnant.

I was Scarlett. I was chosen from thousands and I wasn't even American. I was Scarlett in my life and in my death. If not Scarlett, then Blanche. All the roles took a lot from my soul, that's the role and fate of an actress. And you can't get everything back from your soul. A poet's note. Vivien Leigh is especially remembered for her role as Scarlett O'Hara.

Hollywood kills nightingales and spits them out. That's what happened to me. Dreams didn't come true, tragedy was enough. One drunken night, I had enough  of your Hollywoodland, and I immortalized myself in history  by jumping off of you. I might have thought that I would be remembered for this. And so it was. I failed in life, but not at everything. And in a cruel irony, I would have gotten  the role of a woman committing suicide. I did it. Poet's note, Peg Entwistle committed suicide in 1932 by jumping off the iconic Hollywood sign.  

I was an angel of the poor, poor myself, although luck was with me, but I was not allowed to live long, death grew in my womb, which took me. I loved the poor, I hated the elite, I spoke to the poor when death was already waiting for me. I never abandoned them. I was feared even after death, my embalmed body traveled the world, until I was allowed to return, to my beloved Argentina. Poet's note. Eva Peron was the wife of President Juan Peron and a figure beloved by the people.

She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Once a national treasure, the object of men's dreams, seducing by being, violating by loving. She became invisible long before her death. Withdrawing from the dream. Words were false, beauty became obsolete. She only loved animals, wives were allowed to keep their husbands. Death made it official. The most beautiful woman in the world was dead. God created a woman, Brigitte Bardot, now sleeping forever.