Act i
The languid and colorful perfume hypnotizes me. I'm in front of two eyes that want me. Frondy coldness, fruit, magic of the meeting. Seduction replies.
Act II
The scent that climbs me paralyzes. The zanne who get rid of, want to sink into me. Heat throbbing mixed with a blue cold, I think I was bitten. Sandal, tequila, intoxication.
Act III
Bestialita, brutality, travel. The perfume knows of hot ash. Life slips away. Now he knows that everything is beautiful