Six Feet Under

 

Help, I lost myself again
But I remember you
Don't come back, it won't end well
But I wish you'd tell me to

Our love is six feet under
I can't help but wonder
If our grave was watered by the rain
Would roses bloom?
Could roses bloom
Again?

 

Lyrics Billie Eillish 

Hope

And throught the wind the magic arose...

"The Golden Age".

A medio camino de Media Noche en Paris y a un paso de enloquecer como Zelda Fitzgerald. 

The latest statement about love and war.

I used to be the bravest. Outlander even in my land, a sarcastic warrior, with so much pride and prejudice, always taking care about the ones I love. I do believe in magic, knowledge and forgiveness. I do want to keep looking forward and learning about the spirits and the live. Not everyone fight on the same way. I just can´t throw that away, it is always been my best part. 

I need someone who at least should be more valiant as me, a caring and understanding person. 

I will not surrender my principles anymore. I know the price and I willing to pay it. 

and yeah it is a war statement.

It is enough...Time to move on.

I just went back to Austen land, just as I did before.

“He is a gentleman, and I am a gentleman's daughter. So far we are equal.” 

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.