We arrived bathed in summer.
I barely knew you, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off you.
You seemed friendly, funny, cheerful, and speculative all at once.
It was impossible for us to feel cold.
The sea, the one that made me cry on winter nights, now mirrored the erotic movement of your hands.
We melted away between the sand and the footprints of strangers.
Photography by Nicholas Dominguez Gallegos
Actress and poet from Buenos Aires. Lesbian and feminist, she writes from personal experience, sensitivity, and a critical perspective on contemporary life.