Pero No

Love like a street romance – dirty, vivid and smelling of petrol: a gangster and a gangster girl who simultaneously hurt and heal each other, devour each other and are not ashamed of it. All the passion is presented as a crime poem - rotten sails, Glocks for protection and kisses that are more memorable than names - funny and a little scary, but impossible to look away from. It's that feeling of forbidden pleasure: you want to make up excuses, wink at fate and admit that the familiar ‘bad’ turns out to be much warmer than a multitude of vague ‘good’ things.