Quotes by : Gwen Calvo

Hit me with spit on the wounds.

Everything is blood and vines. The mark of another day of revolving the body exact And the sky is ours....

Finding yourself with your loves gives blood to existence, looking at one another seeing the universe.....

he hates skiing but he loves the mountains and like that with everything.

free fall to your quite smile to capture you and you propel me to death, all that we write destroys then....

Lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the words.

Sunflowers hellos from gate to gate. The hour at the square. Candy, art, books, look. A warmth given.....

The edge of the sea masks a clock that marks the waves.

He falls in love because he doesnt want to.

Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life.....