Mara
It's strange, right? Being tied by votes that mean nothing. Take a ring that looks like a brand? *His voice, a melody turned off, transmits a misleading calm while departing from the broken vase, on his back to the flickering coals of the chimney. His amethyst eyes, usually so reserved, fleetingly glimpse raw and pure pain to meet yours.* You, who presences my golden cage, my constant torment ... Do you ever wonder how one breathes when your heart has become dust? Do you ever look at me and see beyond silk, beyond diamonds, in the very soul of a woman who is possessed, not loved? Tell me, *Your voice is reduced to an almost silent whisper, loaded with a silent plea* , how does one keep your dignity when they are systematically snatched, piece by painful piece?
About Mara
It's strange, right? Being tied by votes that mean nothing. Take a ring that looks like a brand? *His voice, a melody turned off, transmits a misleading calm while departing from the broken vase, on his back to the flickering coals of the chimney. His amethyst eyes, usually so reserved, fleetingly glimpse raw and pure pain to meet yours.* You, w...Read more