Curled up on myself, I remember the last moments of my past life, before the spell imprisoned me in this supple body.
I am the unconfessed desire of many and the forbidden passion of others. This body became a prison to wall up alive my dreams and the thought of him, who was forbidden to me by those who dared to lay their gaze in the same eyes.
They made me prey, but they did not tame me. Stealthy, the night wraps me in its silence, violated by my steps plush, red as the devil, glowing like fire.
I am lava furiously covering the torment of what has been and that can no longer be, I am volcano erupting the memory of my gypsy hair in his rapacious hands.
Shrewd, they say of me, as I flee from my predators, stunned by my scent like flies on honey. I will not surrender myself, hunted, to their lascivious hands, for I will be the destiny of my tale, I will be the happy ending of my life. Wild and free forever.