I participated with this hand-lettering drawing and with the series of dripping hearts I made some months ago together with one of my husband's poem
In a very circular moment,
her figure repeated was.
the wind blew without mercy,
not knowing destiny, for me, a surprise had.
Not too long it took
For this Hunter to be bitten
His hands were swollen up
His heart poisoned and defeated.
Her fangs, filled with poison,
words of sweetness and seduction are,
poisoning a man’s soul,
Her first Hunter today, she’s ready for lunch…
In seconds her poison ran through my veins
leaving me useless and numb,
whipped by her knowledge
on how to destroy a man's soul...
I really felt foolish and dumb.
It felt like an eternity
for her poison to slowly caused an effect
all of a sudden life was an excuse
something I felt to regret.
It looked like the end and it really was
without mercy she swallowed my heart
slowly delighted by the flavor of my tears
as I was dragged along with my hopes and fears...
But destiny, as wonderful and mysterious as it is,
and beginners luck showing the way,
Distracted was this predator of day and night
she had a weakness...
that weak spot she never thought I would find…
As I escaped from this ferocious beast
and the path clearer and safer was
Turning on that corner of freedom
Temptation with me crashed
another beautiful beast for this beginner to catch...