Hay obras de arte que están tan arraigadas en nuestra memoria visual y en la cultura popular que, en el FONDO, no necesitamos ver a sus protagonistas para reconocerlas.
I decided I was in love with this girl and I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. I smoked cigarettes and lay on the bed. I wanted her to drop by in the afternoon for a nap. It didn’t seem likely but this was part of the pleasure (...)
Laurie Weeks, Zipper Mouth
I opened my mouth, her pinky and ring finger caressed my cheek, her thumb and forefinger placed the fruit on my tongue, and it exploded in my mouth, not with taste, mind you, but with possibility.
Rabih Alameddine, The Wrong End of the Telescope
Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can’t understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?
Nancy Garden, Annie on my Mind
It’s just not right. It should be illegal. It’s just plain criminal, the way her eyes crinkle at the corners and she looks down at the ground like she’s a little self-conscious about allowing herself a moment of happiness.
Leah Johnson, Rise to the Sun
Then she’s closer than she’s ever been and without missing a beat pecks her lips against mine. “Whoops,” she says, and scurries ahead of me down the corridor.
Savannah Brown, The Things We Don’t See