#rought

I must warn you, you must handle me delicately: I am covered with a mantle of iridescence as easily destroyed as a dust flower, and although I am quite willing to be arrested, if you handle me roughly you will lose much of the evidence. I don’t want you to taint that fragile coat of astonishing colours created by my illusions, which no painter has ever been able to reproduce.

Mi alma divaga después del dulce crujido y el sabor amargo de aquella daga, vaya dama que me entierra su veneno dejándome solo en la acera , mujer bella que la culpa siempre fue mía y no de ella , mía por no enterarme de que sus besos sellarian mi condena