Vamos a reir,
en vez de sufrir.
Vamos a alejar los fantasmas,
mejor,
moléstemonos en la cama.
Vamos a llenarnos de besos,
a romperle la madre a todos los miedos.
A reir,
a ser feliz.
No más sufrir.
Solo disfrutar,
mañana no sabemos qué pueda pasar.
Disfrutemos cada beso,
cada abrazo,
cada canción.
Tu arte,
Mi arte.
Ya déjame amarte,
y vámonos a marte.
Prometo no lastimarte,
como lo han hecho antes.
Photography by Martin Canova
23 years old, human, weird, I like plants and the moon, distracted but I always think of everything, bad memory. Unstable, I am very changeable, sometimes black, sometimes white. I give everything when I feel it, Sincere, insecure, crazy, almost always dressed in black. I feel that instability is because I don't feel I belong anywhere. I don't like to be the owner of something or someone, nor to have limits. Complicated to the point of exhaustion because I don't think, I only act, I'm out of control and even worse, I'm bewildered. I have a postgraduate degree in sick love and self-destruction as a hobby. I am convinced that we are everything that we have not yet lived.