She winced as though red could hurt her – which of course it could. Everything could.
I suoi sogni erano rossi e selvaggi.
Published by miranedyalkova
My name is Mira Nedyalkova.
I have always loved photography as art, but i started with drawing and I was also a model. Later in 2007 I discovered photography as a means to express myself and completely replaced painting. My photographs are not exactly a photographs, my creations are somewhere in between paintings and photography. In my images I use pain as a beauty, erotic as a psychological way of life. I express myself and my intimate inner life.
This blog is dedicated both to my photography and also to another part of me, in which I expresses myself in a different way, through short videos.
This is the darkest part of me, the cynical one, the one that rebels against all rules, the one that seeks pure freedom, the one that knows no bounds, the one that enjoys living this life!!!
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… exactly the disappointing stories, those without a real ending and therefore without a real meaning, are much more similar to Life…
Una scena del Terminator
Piccoli caprioli addormentati
un tempo tra le tue ginocchia
e sul ventre da cui sbocciano ora
i petali rosa dei pruni.
il fuoco brucia nel buio profondo
delle tue piccole labbra.
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