Turn down the mind, kindle the heart, for tonight the flames ignite, bursting in millions of stars. I pulsate in the shapes of my flares, my eyes flecked with sparks, my bosom filled with rapture, my womb burning in desire. I am a princess of fire.
Memories are lies flooding my mind, so I close my eyes. My bedroom is too small for all the things that I dream, so I expand and fly. And then you come, bathed in every shade of dark, I know it's death or life. So I shoot you, but I long for your return. [excerpt… Continue reading Slumber
That which touches the heart is never boring. Even if it is repeated over and over again. We always come to the same truth: it's essence what matters, not the stories themselves, nor the clothes, nor the letters, nor the make-up. But the essence. When you sing a song which is not yours, do… Continue reading Singers’ Essence & Substance