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Burn

Burn, Louis, burning.

"You'll miss me yes, you will
You will not know how much 'til I'm gone
Like the sweet memory of something you used to love. "

possible in all these years?
can not have it yet learned?

're going to regret from damnation.
Perhaps it is better to return to the mice.

Lestat

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Trying

Sometimes I think as would have been my life if I had not become what they are.
I just can not do it.
I could not conceive of any way in my life without being a vampire.
was just the beginning of my life. The right end of my life.
I was the Slayer of Wolves.
I was Lelio.
And I was only 20 years.
I could not be more that the greatest vampire of all time.
But the echo remains.
The echo of a perfect world you think. Or maybe you could consider much more than lowest it really is.
Human beings, as well as their world, they are beautiful.
What remains to be seen is whether we too are creatures of the wild garden, or just shadows that live in the echo of it.
Sometimes I think that really Marius is right to say that there can be no contact between us. How fleeting shadows behind a mirror you see, we would like to touch you, but the cold wall prevents our every effort.
Some people try to imitate you, and those who ignore those who try with all his strength to break the glass.

I do not know where the truth lies.
I am one who is looking for.

Lestat.

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--- I loved

Beautiful.
blond hair, falling down her face.
gold wires in front of eyes of ice.
mouth slightly pink in the whiteness of the skin.
fingers run slow on the lips.

Cool.

These two diamonds that do nothing but stare.
If I approach I see is passion.

even closer. Near
.

Solitude.

Reflection.


Lestat.

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The men I loved.

smile.

Mortals and immortals.
thousands of times.

Meat, Heat.
Voice, breathing.

Who loves the Vampire Lestat?
Who loved?

I love the death and the will to live that awareness of death imposes.
I love her big eyes and bright who can observe the true sense of the world.
I love the smell of flesh, the warm taste of life that is not mine. I love men
extraordinarily beautiful. Belli because
alive.
Belli why not condemned to eternal suffering and loneliness. Belli because
condemned to eternal suffering and loneliness.
I love the pale complexion and thin.
I love the caramel color of the faces the sun.
I love the silky skin of the hands that are moving fast in pursuit of its existence. I love
forbidden thoughts.
The sensual and erotic desire that hides in every smile.
I love the sweet dance of the hips. I love
mouths full of passionate words.
I love the desire not to surrender, rebellion, madness.

This is what I love and have loved.
This what I always will.

Lestat