Dreams made of fire; black is the flame which awakens desire Blood serves desire; and licks the skin untouched by fire Hate roused by fire; our needs combined consume desire Lust lights the fire; let no god see my souls desires
White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Logosi's dead Undead undead undead
Espacio vacío, abandonado sí, pero capaz de transmitir sensaciones inquietantes que invaden el cuerpo hasta hacerlo saltar, vibrar y salir corriendo de algo que da miedo sin estar.
You're written in her book You're number 37, have a look She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she's from the street Before you start, you're already beat She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
Song: Femme Fatale by The Velvet Underground Model:Roberta Marrero
"En cierto sentido el arte es tan serio como la ciencia o la filosofia, que tampoco tienen público. Es interesante o no lo es exactamente en que se sabe o no de ello" Joseph Kosuth
Model: Xavi Reyes Song: I will follow you into the dark by Amanda Palmer