Frases Viejas

Paint on me, make me your canvas, strip me of my skin and dress me in color.

The blur of lipstick, naked skin and scribbling on the walls of the city, was my last take in of your sense.

Let the shadows of the city be your coat, shield your soul from the vast murmur.

Into de unkown, far between the edges of my lungs, parting my lips for air.

Behind the lightning bars of solitude, hiding for ever freedom, I'll dispose of your guards piece by piece.

Every part of life has its own particular beauty. Blurr my contour with your fingers, breath in my limits.

Missing curls define her figure into bright night sky.

Vicious dreams wake me up at night for the ring that bleeds me of the foul blood left in me.