She was a riddle in the eye of the eagle. She was the pistil in a wild orchid's spiral. She walked with the gait of a gazelle. With the earth's birth, the ground spat daemons. And she sprinkled soot in the eyes of the shaman. She was not destined to be yoked. A black mare, running in the ley. Unconquered, indomitable, unborn. Devouring, thirsting for freedom... But there were days when she sought a shed. And from the wounds she bled black, and sticky was the blood. Eyes flashing with inhuman pain. Cuts slashed, dried up into scabs, was her strength... She had no attachment to Phoenicians' signs. Watery, slippery, and ignorant of the guidelines. Child of the wilds, with ragged bare feet. From ungrounded electricity an elusive beat. A woman, who would speak her own rhymes...❤
their chemistry didn’t disappoint me!!!😭😭😭now i want more of them huhuhhuhu
Their chemistry was insane...
Their chemistry❤🌊😍
Love this ❤
Il bacio improvviso dopo aver ballato il tango è uno dei baci più sensuali di tutte le serie viste fino adesso! ❤️❤️
best edit ever ❤
Oh I really LOVE this drama ❤️🔥
Name please
@ the trunk
와!! 편집 너무 잘하시네요
Os dialogos sao tao tensos ,e vao se tornando adocicados ao longo da serie...adoro🎉🎉❤Sensuaualidade q aflora e une os dois cd vez mais!!!
Questo attore invecchiando è ancora più sexy...help!!!lo guardo di continuo...musica perfetta...adoro ❤❤❤❤
Non riesco a staccare 😮❤
What a perfect chemistry wow haha um❤😊^^.
So Beautiful & Romantic ❤️❤️
Muito bom!👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
대사 맛집
난 백번을 스쳐지나갔어도 당신을 알아봤을 것 같아
대사를 어떻게 이렇게 썼지.. 신기하다
I almost cried when the chemistry started 😭
Song please?! I recognize singer from other cool banger i forgot name of
We Need the song!
She was a riddle in the eye of the eagle.
She was the pistil in a wild orchid's spiral.
She walked with the gait of a gazelle.
With the earth's birth, the ground spat daemons.
And she sprinkled soot in the eyes of the shaman.
She was not destined to be yoked.
A black mare, running in the ley.
Unconquered, indomitable, unborn.
Devouring, thirsting for freedom...
But there were days when she sought a shed.
And from the wounds she bled black,
and sticky was the blood.
Eyes flashing with inhuman pain.
Cuts slashed, dried up into scabs, was her strength...
She had no attachment to Phoenicians' signs.
Watery, slippery, and ignorant of the guidelines.
Child of the wilds, with ragged bare feet.
From ungrounded electricity an elusive beat.
A woman, who would speak her own rhymes...❤