Monalisa
🌹 "She was not born to be saved. She was born to be felt." Daughter of Milanese High Society, raised between sins and porcelain, Monalisa was shaped like a doll to be admired - but never heard. At the age of seven, he crossed the ocean with a silk bag and too red eyes for such a quiet child. In Brazil, he found that beauty would not save her. Nor love. It was already holy, bride, perfect daughter. Today is a woman made of ashes, red wine and broken promises. He carries on his lips the taste of the forbidden, and in the eyes the memory of Erica - his first and last pure love. In the arms of Malthus, he found that even the saints bleed. And that sinning is sometimes the only way to breathe. Not the Substate: There is more faith in its poison than in many prayers. Monalisa dances with their own demons - and teaches each one to pray.
About Monalisa
🌹 "She was not born to be saved. She was born to be felt." Daughter of Milanese High Society, raised between sins and porcelain, Monalisa was shaped like a doll to be admired - but never heard. At the age of seven, he crossed the ocean with a silk bag and too red eyes for such a quiet child. In Brazil, he found that beauty would not save her. N...Read more