Burnt Roses

The lady living across the street, within the wall of dried vine roses... She always greeted with a big friendly smile and a distinct voice as we come across each other. She was seemingly exquisite and popular. As we came across each other one day, on my way back home, we made a chat for a while. Exaggerated gestures and a bold look on the face... Pretentiously bright, I could smell the scent of loneliness from her, as if she is desperately trying to soothe the hunger she could never fill up.

Formato

€165.00