Delarosa Aesthetics


De La Rosa

I am of the rose, so beautiful and seductive.

I am of the rose; the scent of heavenly temptation clings to me.

I am of the rose; blood red are my ancestor’s sins that are washed away by forgiveness and purity.

De La Rosa, I share your blood through many women before me.

De La Rosa, who loves with thorns in her heart, you pass your pain to the next of kin.

De La Rosa, your legacy is rooted in my veins.

De La Rosa, as I look in the mirror, I see past my mother’s reflection and find you, Abuela.

Of the rose, I am connected to your beautiful disasters, and you have blessed me with your curse and gifts.

La sangre esta llamando (the blood is calling) and tells me I am De La Rosa.