Taste my Sweet

'Poor Swallow was cold, getting colder, but she did not want to leave Prince: She loved him too much to do so'

''Can my hell be much more faithful than your heaven''

The sky, the clouds, the sea, the sand, the wind… everything seems to conspire to remind me that peace still exists. It's my first time feeling this miracle: the island sun on my face, the sand slipping through my fingers, the sea salt tattooing my skin with its burning caress. Everything is pleasure, everything is a dream come true. I smile—because his hands, firm and generous on my shoulders, reassure me that I'm not walking alone. Life, finally, smiles upon me; but he… he is the one who teaches me how to do it.

I'm whoever you want me to be, but you can call me Sebas or Cyril, or your prince, you decide. I like visual art, remembering lost days and looking for excitement in everyday life, I'm here looking for help to achieve goals and get to know a world that I still dream of exploring, I like dinosaurs and sometimes eating a lot of chocolate

If i bring her a red rose, i will hold her in my arms, will lean her head on my shoulder and her hand will clasp mine.

''If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you'' Nietzsche

Abstract expressionism (Art about me)