A face with the devils charm
The curves of a cello jazzing on stilettos
Magdalena found her freedom in the mad world
Where champagne is blazing on a naked canvas
An image of a moment trapped in time
Nicknamed: The defected humanity’s dystopia
« - Consequences of circumstances led me here,
is whispered to my ear
- And who gave you the aversion for the fucked up?
Pain smelling of the lilies,
The courage to present yourself at the devil’s door?
The fragrance for adventure, for bohemian artistry?
- We are the wild spirits! boasts the loony girl.
We’re getting high when hearts are bleeding! »
Saphira's Poetry 