Martha changes her name 3 times a month, fills her anecdotes with mathematics, publishes dates with periods and manages to hide her feminine breasts under men's shirts; her nipples were almost white, and by November they are painted a deep crimson, the color of high temperatures, the result of rubbing against different hearts.
To deceive the established we will settle at the end of any story, we are consumed at the edge of everything, and permanently we always go to the beginning, we perpetuate this exchange of looks, sounds, ideas, and fantasies hidden within false promises.
You do not belong to me, for my desire is more for you when you walk free, I seek to feel what they call love. There are many kinds of love, this one is inspiring.
No human can stand in fire without being consumed. Later she was able to survive; she was alone in a ship of fire.
Photography by Tatjana Suski? Ninkovi?
I write to accompany; my texts enter what is broken, the everyday, and the hidden.