A compilation of run on sentences and shortness of breath.
A short carta amorosa to inform you of all the cositas I don't think you realized que me ofreciste;
An escape from what I didn't know I was running from, a cute magical realism story of the healing powers of las termas de papallacta.
A person to celebrate with, a new mind to learn to understand, listen to, and laugh with.
A voice to listen to at the end of the night and first thing in the morning, someone who asks to kiss me.
Red wine sin fondo, a million new places in this city, sympathy, homemade pasta sauce, stories about love and loss, stories about mothers, fathers, and sisters.
Soft forehead kisses, counting lunares, arms to make me feel at home when we’re thousands of miles away, something to dream about.
Me ofreciste so many small intimacies, most about food and wine, some about having a person to say goodnight to at the end of the day.
Intimacies casi amorosas.
While writing: Natalia Lafourcade - Hasta la Raíz
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKmPci5VXz0
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