A rose floating in the deep. The velvet deep red queen, one that appears almost black in these dark profound waters. Cruel and unforgiving, not with the thorns, but with her immense magnitude. The queen Rose in her floaty dance with the purifying evergreen angelica and spicy nymphs of precious wood resins.
Yesterday I went to see Madama Butterfly by Giacomo Puccini. Since being massively obsessed with Opera, I anticipated it with immense excitement. The beautiful and tragic love story about a fragile and yet strong lady. She is a geisha that marries an American soldier, who then abandons her, only to be back after three years Read More