ERomanticoViolento

I half asleep on my couch, thinking about death, blood and serial murderers. I explained why I thought it was something interesting to me, I never thought from their point of view. Before me, appeared thousands of questions about it, I wanted to understand his obsession with our vital liquid. It was unexpected, strange, mysterious, wanted to know what blood meant to them, that drove so that love can not draw without it ... So my thought confronted a series of personalities, I focused on establishing how some people define and assimilate the blood. Suddenly I thought as a citizen, as a typical Puerto Rican man, for me, the blood meant a vital