The carnival of rotten feelings had begun. All the guests were wearing black and the whole stage was full of petals of red roses. They were trembling in wind’s mild touch as a thick mass of bubbling blood. Their rustle mixed up with quiet songs interpreted by silence. It was just another odd cat and mouse game between good and bad, hope and despair, night and day, smile and tear. It was bitterly cold, but the people just couldn't feel it. They were wanting more and more of the freshness’ air. They were slow-moving lost with desire, crazy about the absolution. They wished for the infinity. They wished for the perfection. They lingered one step by another, they lust for the one beside them.
Women in fancy long dresses enveloped in black laces were walking gracefully as nervous brides walking to the aisle. Their look was deep and strange and reflected the awful unknown of the endless abyss. Their ivory skin shined frightfully, and the beams of light directed by the pale moon right on their raw-boned faces it was making them seem dangerous starved female vampires. Their gesticulation and the well-pressed bright-red lips were evincing some sort of terrifying mystery. Nonetheless, they were still keeping a ravishing wildish beauty of an untamed creature.
Men in costumes were looking like they were flowing around the women, straining like shadows on walls. If the women’s expression was giving the impression of being a little distressed, the men’s aspect was inscrutable like the one of the wax figurines. Their austerity was making them look important, untouchable, descended from another universe, although the men’s eyes were empty; they expressed void and sadness, but not despair. Nevertheless, their thoughtful foreheads were smothered with serenity suggesting a strong inside tranquility.
The inert ice sculptures were sighing gloomy… and the people among them were alike statues made of stone.
Here, time stopped for a few minutes and then moved away as nothing had really happened, wiping this scenery away like future wiping the past.
Women in fancy long dresses enveloped in black laces were walking gracefully as nervous brides walking to the aisle. Their look was deep and strange and reflected the awful unknown of the endless abyss. Their ivory skin shined frightfully, and the beams of light directed by the pale moon right on their raw-boned faces it was making them seem dangerous starved female vampires. Their gesticulation and the well-pressed bright-red lips were evincing some sort of terrifying mystery. Nonetheless, they were still keeping a ravishing wildish beauty of an untamed creature.
Men in costumes were looking like they were flowing around the women, straining like shadows on walls. If the women’s expression was giving the impression of being a little distressed, the men’s aspect was inscrutable like the one of the wax figurines. Their austerity was making them look important, untouchable, descended from another universe, although the men’s eyes were empty; they expressed void and sadness, but not despair. Nevertheless, their thoughtful foreheads were smothered with serenity suggesting a strong inside tranquility.
The inert ice sculptures were sighing gloomy… and the people among them were alike statues made of stone.
Here, time stopped for a few minutes and then moved away as nothing had really happened, wiping this scenery away like future wiping the past.
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