Until when are you going to stop doing things right and start dancing with the devil?
a cracked heart, a sad soul and a tired mind can be the trigger for the change of a human essence to be absolute. Now I want to dance with the devil, enjoy the forbidden, let my days be consumed by excesses, my lips are dyed so red lipstick that I will ignite fire with each kiss, my prints will be printed in hundreds of champagne glasses and the mix of my Chanel No.5 and luxury tobacco, will impregnate garments of men that I desire.
I used to be an angel, but my wings have been shattered, making my fall imminent; at night my smile will surely disappear and my tears will resume their path on my cheeks, but each of them will have the majestic shine of a diamond.