My Dearest Lucy

Will you blush for me? Vanina in a garden of proud roses and ribbons and heart, you are the alabaster and you bloom in wishes and romanticism and in a bed of delicacy you will lay and be one with nature, a fountain of blood in a shape of a girl, a fountain of blood but oh! Wait. I am blood and silk and strength of character, I am soft and tough, I live the day from dawn to sunset, I am bright, I am dark, I am a fountain of blood in the shape of myself.

For I live in my garden and I hide from the sun, I question thee, I question thy world, am I not a creature of the night? Am I not a power of carmine, a beauty of the moon, am I not light and darkness, am I not bright at night? Aren’t you soft, my dearest Lucy, joining me to become a tale of transformation, an evolution, a vampire. Did I say that? Was I not tough enough? For what I think I am, a vampire, a book of elegance, a path of discovery, a lady of the moon, a maid of the cosmos, and I grow, I evolve, I become a revolutionary girl and I lay again in a bed of delicacy and I raise again in a powerful night.

I shall be a vampire, I shall be day and night, and I will cross the garden in my red silky dress and standing there it will all be power and iridescence and uniqueness and glow. An army of flowers, a warrior of the night, a beautiful confusion, a vampire has arrived.

– Vanina Bruc –