it wasn't that i didn't feel interesting enough. you thought i was taking pills to keep me calm. that i freaked out the time we almost crashed or that the time we had sex was my first time.
it was all fear
fear that if it wasn't funny or I didn't know which filmmaker you were talking about I would lose all interest.
but fear was the only thing that made him get lost.
I like the black-haired ones better- it's okay- you stay with me- you knew perfectly well how nervous my veins were getting every time you touched me. but not when it was accidental or natural movements. when you touched me thus, intentional, so that I would notice how much power you wielded over me and that I would know that you already knew.
that scared me
the need to hook up with someone because you spend all your time reading and researching art alone in your bedroom, the need to get hooked up with someone because you spend all your time reading and researching art alone in your bedroom, the need to get hooked up with someone because you spend all your time reading and researching art alone in your bedroom.
Why didn't we ever do it in your bedroom? Why didn't I stay up longer to get to know you better? Why did I drink that last mezcal?
now fear is no more. it is nothing but reality. yes it happened, yes it is over. you lied to me and now you have a new little girl, one of those güerita girls you always criticized
but the fear is that you will now criticize me.
Photographers: Leandro Furini
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.