"I am her...The queen of the renegades...With all the archetypes complexes that one has right, raw, open wound.The one who knows herself goddess, in faces of power and any presentations, reigns.But that just stops and tiresOf everythingOf allA moment for coffee with cigarettes ...Sigh,Dreams? Still?And while the smoke goes out the mouthAfirms the reality of her facts,Pacified.Whatever it is!And cries...Breathe, attests the whole revolt of unsatisfied wills and lets the tears break wildly,But calm down.SheThat reached such a level of understanding of the disgrace of othersThat today, finally, only takes pains to realize what is beautiful.To what is ugly, she receives in pain, in the chest.Opens wide her chest and let it inAbsorves for the world!SavesCureTo allExcept herself.Rejection is no longer unheard recipe.But the feeling always finds a way to stab.There are no insecurities...The verdict of her condition of power has always made the obvious the consequenceLonely wolf... as in the book.But sheTodaySightsShe could annihilate with a stroke of mercy...But choose to love, and hurts.And breathe in peace, the smoke is going awayImages of all the excitement of your eloquent life pass in front of herThere is no gloryBut there is also no regret.SheThe one who chooses the finals!The Queen of ColdnessWith a heart in volcano!Arian, with accendent in anything that shows that she is the queen of all that whole shit!Crazy, sad, mean!Also like in the song!Disqualified for the life of the home hahahahahahaWith moons in lifeSuns in sexWhole planets guiding your sensuality!Goddess of the GalaxyHahahahahahahahahaAs the previous ones already said...Face marked by tears of saltThe single dream always frustratedBut Lady of the timesOf all timesHer, and yours.Eyes closed to better see the essences...Platinum hair for the timelessness of what goes into her soul...One eye serene, one eyebrow alert, always.Who do you think you are, mere mortal?What do you know about the love of a being like me?What do you tell me about your pains?Beyond that, what about your courage to keep opening your chest?Do you still know how to sigh? How to breath deep?have you lost the ability to marvel at the lightness of the days?So, you've never loved.Look at her!It is your Soul there, reflected in Her closed eyes.It's your unspoken sighs that exhale with the smoke from her cigarette.The one who knows everythingThe one that tires, but never stops.The one that follows and walksAnd runs, sometimes runs awayOr come back and destroyWithout leaving stone on stone...SheQueen of the renegadesIn complete acceptance of herself!Able to betray you in a second of your illusion of controlBut who is incapable of betraying herself.Reindeer Persephone!Black goddess of destiny.Outlaw Harlequin.Empowering of sistersdestroyer of egosSpecially her own.Another coffee, please.And love, self, served without restraint.The one that comes from the blueBut that shines in red!Lady of the grenades.Breathe, cry, accept.And will go...To leave.Deal with it!If you think you have known paradise, wait until you have to face an eternity without her.Hell and abstinence,they say.Breathe, cry, accept...And is going to...Open the chest,Betting in the dark,Shoot into the highAnd collect her abandoned proteges, in her pocketFrom any old waltz.And she's going to paint again!Draw all possible eyesBreathing