LOVE THE ICON
A drop of wine in the dark. You need to wear the red on your night to scare the monsters under the bed. You need to be and talk strong, yell in the microphone, go to hell, but most of all fight like a rockstar, with your fist closed on the neck of a guitar. She knows it, her, that red suits her black, and that under the charm of passion and noise, no one sees when she cries.