4 septembre 2010
hortensia from the black.
When the moon falls, so does the sun.
I've always loved fairy tales. Dark fairy tales as well. Bloody Alice.
Sweet, can not be if gloom not around.
Sweet, is only, when behind the smile, lies the innocent cursed girl.
Bitter, is to feel good to feel bad.
Bitter, when the heart finally understands the joy of living.
Lolita, is bittersweet.