L. Midnight
L. is 25 years old.
He is the Master Mind of Painting a Midnight.
L. is also known as "Compass".
L. is located in Paris at péché le plus doux.
L. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
It's the Universe in our palms
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Letter to hold - Nuestros niños,
how wildly, ridiculously, head-over-heels in love I was with you both - when you haven't taken your first breath yet, but I fell. I fell, since the moment you two were two lines. We fell, your mother and me, again, in this mistery, that's love. We've been so prepared to fall in, and I never doubted I deserved the privilege, to be your dad.
As your mom never doubted - that was a work of art.
The kicks made my skin turn to thorns, poison, scales and hard feathers, fangs, eyes like eagle's, poetry on the flesh and nails ready to rip them all throats apart. And like no other, this powerful feeling was something I was waiting to have, all my life. These two indelible moments, between ribs forever: your mom finding me; then when we knew you two existed; we loved you when you still didn't know about us.
Whatever happens, whatever they make you believe: your mother and me we will keep the lights on for you. Always. We have more midnights than nights. Uncontainable.
And here comes the turmoil. So if you don't see shadows, remember: would it be because you're not in the light.
You, my girl and my boy: you will and you can get hurt. Sometimes it will be difficult, others will look impossible. The world is a vampire; hot mess in a glitter suit.
Read my words again, we are four.
You are loved, you will grow being loved. You will always be loved. You come from love. And trust me, one good reason is enough.
As we hold you both in our arms, only minutes since our first breath - I know it. Nuestros niños: every step I take, it will lead me back to this,
to all the lovely people here,
to tiny fingers reaching out to me,
to the love of my life,
to this brand new midnight.
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Que nunca pensé que de una tripa pueda nacer
Carne que yo ame con locura
Y ella me ame del revés
Posted 4/9/2025, 12:00 AM
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