Agnes, 16, brazil.
Nightime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness wakes and stirs the imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses,helpless to resist the notes i write for I compose the music of the night.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.- Lady MacBeth, MacBeth