“Being a story is hard when the words are real, they are cornered in the upper part of the soul because they still hurt. The tales she told contained feelings, tactile as her skin, soft as a torn velvet and bitter as yesterday. She wasted stories and narrated her thoughts, tropical, wild, heeled. Dragged by…
She told me her name, but I forgot it twice. She waited me undressed but I was abduced by the memories, unless she came over to show me herself side…I was struck for the powerful madness that I couldn’t remember her face. Alternative Model: Leo Favaro coming soon to Alternativ Agency
My extradiegetic presence was reduced only to contemplate the characters of the plot, feeling strange and nervous, I approached the wall and like a magnet for my subconscious, until months after being cemented, there always was waiting me, here was my crack.
Her beautiful eyes scared me, seeing me beyond my soul. Alternative Model: Lorenish
Maybe will not be together anymore. Anaïs you were nothing behind, don’t back to me! Model: Jiaying Li Make up Artist: María
Seriously she said: ”I swore I would never been so sure” Seriously he said: ”I have never been so scared”
When words invade our silence, the reflections expire.