and I learned to speak with walls that never answer.

The memory of your hands burns like cold fire,

and the city seems to laugh

at what we were and will never be.

Photography by Sofía Alonzo // Dev/Scan at La Periferia Film Lab

Kevin López Mejía

He writes with an urban and poetic voice, mixing bohemian elegance with the pulse of the street.

 

www.instagram.com/kevinlopezmejia/

La entrada Sombras que duelen se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

Photography by Edgar Rocha

Kevin López Mejía

He writes with an urban and poetic voice, mixing bohemian elegance with the pulse of the street.

 

www.instagram.com/kevinlopezmejia/

La entrada Madrugada vacía se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

Photography by Alejandro Muñoz Aguadero

Kevin López Mejía

He writes with an urban and poetic voice, mixing bohemian elegance with the pulse of the street.

 

www.instagram.com/kevinlopezmejia/

La entrada Copas y promesas se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

I think of you in empty cafes and broken lights,
in melodies no one understands but we do.
I want to write your name in the city,
and have every corner answer me
with a kiss that lasts longer than the morning.

Photography by Sergio Nolasco Infante

Kevin López Mejía

He writes with an urban and poetic voice, mixing bohemian elegance with the pulse of the street.

 

www.instagram.com/kevinlopezmejia/

La entrada A contraluz se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.

The wine cools on the table,
no one toasts and no one sings,
the empty chair remains,
and an echo of your worn voice.

Neon lights blind me,
but they don’t light up the sorrow,
the city moves fast
and I stay in the same scene.

Sadness of a closed bar,
of half-written songs,
of wanting to erase your name
only to write it again.

Photography by Camilla Morachis Beltrán.

Kevin López Mejía

He writes with an urban and poetic voice, mixing bohemian elegance with the pulse of the street.

 

www.instagram.com/kevinlopezmejia/

La entrada Esencia fugaz se publicó primero en ERRR MAGAZINE.