Los sentidos se confunden dando lugar a una experiencia literaria única e intensa. / The senses are confused, leading to a unique and intense literary experience.
I want to be language, to be able to deconstruct you in words and put you all on paper, rearm you.
Decipher your thoughts and emotions through my senses, smell your memories and your fears, savor the sacred poison of your passions, extend my arm with great determination until it almost touches your desire to live intensely.
Discovering the unpronounceable truth in your eyes, reaching your mouth without looking and listening to the colors with which you paint and give life to magnificent birds and flowers that sprout even though the fire consumes them.
At the rhythm that I draw each letter, shake the essence of your sensual imagination with the swing of the pen, Naughty.