Ace of hearts
Ace of hearts, do not seek eternal love…
Amidst the garden of oblivion, surrounded by casino tokens, walks the only woman who managed to reach the divine. Make your bets, gentlemen: passion red or seductive black; pick your colour, for spinning is the wheel that will choose the winner of her heart.
Murmuring, rumours, romances silenced by the noise of shooting… shots, shots and more shots; lost loves, dormant loves, and new suitors on the hallways.
She wants no luxuries, no jewels, nor love crimes or such things; she only wants a love that does not doom her to suffering. A faithful companion, willing to age with her, even when beauty has perished.
Ace of heartsCarolina Sans Cuende
The cemetery of the sleeping little girl
Beyond the gardens, on the spot where the forest becomes thicker and the fog is so heavy that it clouds any attempt to see, there is a ghostly cemetery that was one day vanished from the eyes of the world. It is guarded by trees, which rise like immense mountains, hiding all the secrets that lie there, behind an apparent loneliness.
Roads interrupted by night’s eternal black veil, ravens longing to never be seen, stars that lost their shine when wishes stopped, withered flowers smothered by time… They are all there, before you, next to a river, dried-up for lack of spilled tears, fearfully daring to defy the vast and enveloping silence that surrounds this corner of the world.
The cemetery of the sleeping little girlCarolina Sans Cuende