AVÍSAME

The sun shoots up from behind the horizon, and the air becomes slightly sticky - like a morning kiss that doesn't know where it will lead. In this rhythm, everything seems to dance on the edge of chaos and pleasure. He's a chaotic mess with self-control, she's trouble with perfect taste. They exhale smoke together and laugh at the fact that they're supposed to be adults, but who cares about that right now? It's simple: they want the world to wait a minute while their little chaos, with a mix of sun, passion, and laziness, plays on.