I'm a vain and futile attempt of multidisciplinary being who's nothing more than a devious box of few abilities of content highly fairy and oneiricly ethereal with tendency to Becquer and Poe´s Romanticism. My literary deviations aspire to Sor Juana, but secretly tend also to sadism; while my love of music sighs for the chords of modern nordic gods and the ancient intonations of central and south americans.
My obsession is the ephemereal beauty of simple things like flowers and blood: their smell, their colors and flavor, subtly sweet and metallic like a seductive razorblade.
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