Woman Is A Ray Of

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.

People Who Repress Desires Often Turn, Suddenly, Into Hypocrites.

Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be Tasted.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

Each Moment From All Sides Rushes To Us The Call To Love. We Are Running To Contemplate Its Vast Green Field. Do You Want To Come With Us?