EVIL ANGEL - LORENZO PAZZAGLIA

Description : In my heart, clear and pure mint rustles in the whisper of the wind. In my eyes, the sails are unfurled, the seas of Whiskey to sail and the lands of Absinthe to explore. I draw my sword and find justice in the arms of sweet vanilla myrrh, my rebellious soul finally appeased. And so night falls, bringing peace. I, the warrior, rest on a bed of flowers and wood: tomorrow is another day.