Nobody taught me to love. No one told me I would leave everything, everything and nothing. Because in nothingness was where I was more, more woman, more cheerful. I had nothing and I had everything at once, but love demanded everything. Everything and nothing. I painted my lips red to pretend a smile, I painted them with rose petals. With the thorns I decorated my nails, those that were my only defence. With charcoal I outlined my eyes, to relive the fire that I once lost. And I filled with jewellery, armors and brooches to not feel alone.