third of the series "different angels"
my name is Angela and I am an enigma,
what I speak of seems wonderful,
but deep down I do not say what I think,
at the right moment I bring out the corny,
I always approach with care,
I make you trust me without fear,
but then at the right moment,
I bring out my poison and I do it with taste. You will remain incredulous and with a bitter taste in your mouth you will remain
The concept of serie Is:
They wander veiled so as not to be seen Their eyes are uncovered, they always keep them open So many thorns sprout on their heads, for every person they aim for They have red chimneys in their wings, to wish you all possible evils soon They pass without being seen, so disguised they seem sad And instead they love to say the right thing Of course for them, they tell you as with a whip! Falsehood and hypocrisy, "of course it's not my thing!" They bask in their pride and they don't care about all that impedes it Sure of themselves and of what they think, walk away from us before they smell your perfume! People... look at them carefully before trusting, they are not always who you think! Ready to cover when you least expect it... I called them "different angels" because they are so nice when they talk and when you see them, and you would never expect anything bad from them.
Oil on canvas
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third of the series "different angels"
my name is Angela and I am an enigma,
what I speak of seems wonderful,
but deep down I do not say what I think,
at the right moment I bring out the corny,
I always approach with care,
I make you trust me without fear,
but then at the right moment,
I bring out my poison and I do it with taste. You will remain incredulous and with a bitter taste in your mouth you will remain
The concept of serie Is:
They wander veiled so as not to be seen Their eyes are uncovered, they always keep them open So many thorns sprout on their heads, for every person they aim for They have red chimneys in their wings, to wish you all possible evils soon They pass without being seen, so disguised they seem sad And instead they love to say the right thing Of course for them, they tell you as with a whip! Falsehood and hypocrisy, "of course it's not my thing!" They bask in their pride and they don't care about all that impedes it Sure of themselves and of what they think, walk away from us before they smell your perfume! People... look at them carefully before trusting, they are not always who you think! Ready to cover when you least expect it... I called them "different angels" because they are so nice when they talk and when you see them, and you would never expect anything bad from them.
Oil on canvas
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