EVIL ANGEL - LORENZO PAZZAGLIA

EVIL ANGEL - LORENZO PAZZAGLIA

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