Buscar Para Dolor . Colors Of Life

Diabolical love, generation of Doves.

    Limerence is when you smile and forget to wipe your tears. As they run down your cheekbones and stain your clothes with blood. Venus, planet of art. To be declared as power as long as its in the hands of the people who live to hurt. Dis balances in the opposing directions. We love to hate and hate to admire.  Rest in peace, love my dear dove. I will become one of the forensics and find your clove. Wipe them tears, cry with fears, burn with green lyres and engage with a dove, high and all with big heels. Mi casa, mi amor, todas somos piel, carne y huesos. I will always remain by your side, oh I will make it para dolor.