I like to go several times to the same place because only then do you realize the progress or lack of it. on the same dance floor many things have happened, all at different times, all different emotions, all with different people.
This time the memories came as always, in the middle of dancing with my eyes closed and my mind quiet, pulling emotions through beer-filled pores, amidst the smoke of strangers.
they came from when I was dying of laughter dressed as a witch, when with my best friend we became friends with a divine gay like in the movies, when I tried to make a boy jealous with another boy I liked more, when people opened up on the day the music was felt the most, when at the table over there I was making a plan that turned everything around in less than a day.
just as they arrived they leave, the sonata back to reality is over.
This time I went with new people, a more responsible cycle is opened, more real, I feel more me and that makes me feel like in a violin sonata.
Photography by Alexis Vasilikos
I watch videos of the country where I am going to live. I sing Joan Sebastian while I dance like Nathy Peluso and drink like Jenni Rivera. When I'm bored I pick someone from wherever I am to imagine how I would pick them up and try to guess how good they are in bed.