London

I hear the echoes from the almost dead buildings and cry around a stained swimming pool

Dorothy is not coming back home, she’s lost in a black hole that leads nowhere.

But I keep waiting for her, Im the only one who didn’t give up on waiting.

I love you Dorothy, wherever you are now.

Im happy cause I screwed you right here, in this pool.

The echoes say I must be insane, they laugh at me. I dry my eyes and jump into.

Lima

She’s a queen, soft, crazy, loud and hungry, erotic. Her laces struggle to reach me. I scream, I melt, run between her warm warm cold slippery streets, looking at the cat crowded trees, she manages to touch my breasts, blinds me with those shiny black laces and pulls me into a maze.