This is an amazing story, which will leave in your soul the incredible sensation of the taste of love. It can transform your notions, sharpen your senses and draw you into the wonderful flagrance of the passionate, unbridled, magic love. It will stop your breath. You will fly, you will dream, you will pray to retain that sensation for a longer time. Love rushes into the world of the darkness. Stolen from the reality and carried away into the nullity. There are things that transform the sense of that great feeling. In this tale, the good and the evil are in an acute conflict, and they are ready to tear the boundary between life and death. The sensation of the loss and the triumphing of the victory are drowned in an ocean of tears. The truth is different, broken against a wall of temptations. It takes refuge in the icy hug of the time, and it melts down there, warmed by the rays of the wandering thought. That is just love, buried beneath roses . . . many roses . . . bloody roses . . ., and the sun is . . . everything.

"After years of wandering around the world of love, I found the truth about it. I met face-to-face with that wonderful fairy Love, and she shared with me that despite the pain that was tearing her apart, she is very happy and didn't want to part with it. In my fantasy, that fairy was standing smiling among the deserted sands and was holding a heart in love. There was blood dripping from her hands, but she looked hard and firm. She split the heart in two and threw the two halves away from her. They fell with ominous strength on the glowing sand, started burning, and burned away. The fairy told me that that had been my heart, and that this evil destiny awaited it. She opened her scarlet lips and said that love hurts and it was like a cloud, which carried many tears to my eyes in love. Nevertheless, I decided to follow my heart, and it was saying: "When Love looks you in the eyes, you will know, I will tell you, and then you take it right away, hold it tight, hide it here with me, to be happy.'"

"After years of wandering around the world of love, I found the truth about it. I met face-to-face with that wonderful fairy Love, and she shared with me that despite the pain that was tearing her apart, she is very happy and didn't want to part with it. In my fantasy, that fairy was standing smiling among the deserted sands and was holding a heart in love. There was blood dripping from her hands, but she looked hard and firm. She split the heart in two and threw the two halves away from her. They fell with ominous strength on the glowing sand, started burning, and burned away. The fairy told me that that had been my heart, and that this evil destiny awaited it. She opened her scarlet lips and said that love hurts and it was like a cloud, which carried many tears to my eyes in love. Nevertheless, I decided to follow my heart, and it was saying: "When Love looks you in the eyes, you will know, I will tell you, and then you take it right away, hold it tight, hide it here with me, to be happy.'"

This is an amazing story, which will leave in your soul the incredible sensation of the taste of love. It can transform your notions, sharpen your senses and draw you into the wonderful flagrance of the passionate, unbridled, magic love. It will stop your breath. You will fly, you will dream, you will pray to retain that sensation for a longer time. Love rushes into the world of the darkness. Stolen from the reality and carried away into the nullity. There are things that transform the sense of that great feeling. In this tale, the good and the evil are in an acute conflict, and they are ready to tear the boundary between life and death. The sensation of the loss and the triumphing of the victory are drowned in an ocean of tears. The truth is different, broken against a wall of temptations. It takes refuge in the icy hug of the time, and it melts down there, warmed by the rays of the wandering thought. That is just love, buried beneath roses . . . many roses . . . bloody roses . . ., and the sun is . . . everything.