I lost three hours inside a white car.
Eternity can also be three hours of kisses:
in the front seat,
in the darkness downtown,
with your favorite song on loop until dawn.
Kiss me with a little guilt or carrying all the guilt in the world. In the eternity of two hours and forty. And the fleetingness of the last twenty minutes.
Kiss me to reaffirm the indisputable and to embrace the inevitable.
I confess that I find an unconventional pleasure in kissing you. And the repeated times we’ve done it are not enough for me, because I am still tempted to give you the power to destroy me.
Just to know, and to prove once again, that I have the strength, the courage, and enough love to repair myself.
Photography by Karen Anahi Olvera Vargas
(Mexico City, 1991). Observer of the everyday and of the bonds that define us. Sometimes I write, dance, paint. I always listen, observe, and dream.