11 pm,
ya cansada,
en pijama.
A message,
Ven,
Una crisis mental de pensamientos/sentimientos encontrados,
le bastó menos de .01 segundos decidir,
Ir o no ir ?
Iba muriendo en el camino,
no sabia que iba a pasar.
Llegó,
El la recibió,
con su pinche sonrisa hermosa.
De esas que te hacen sonreír también cuando las ves.
2 tragos,
3 tragos,
4 tragos,
Beso tras beso.
En donde estamos?
Nos despertamos
Y ya te extraño.
Y alomejor también
Ya te amo. . .
Photography by Martin Canova
23 years old, human, weird, I like plants and the moon, distracted but I always think of everything, bad memory. Unstable, I am very changeable, sometimes black, sometimes white. I give everything when I feel it, Sincere, insecure, crazy, almost always dressed in black. I feel that instability is because I don't feel I belong anywhere. I don't like to be the owner of something or someone, nor to have limits. Complicated to the point of exhaustion because I don't think, I only act, I'm out of control and even worse, I'm bewildered. I have a postgraduate degree in sick love and self-destruction as a hobby. I am convinced that we are everything that we have not yet lived.