me of everything like that in Cuba.” “What about strep-throat? cancer? pneumonia? liver damage? stonekidneys? urinary infections? AIDS?” “Daniela if I have to die, I die. Im not gonna go to some doctor so they can come up with something that is wrong with me. I already told you mami, I am an alien okay? I’m going to donate my body to Stanford when I die so they can study me. Cómo tú me resingas la existencia, tortillera. Now, do me a favor” “What?” “I know I cannot tell you anything without you writing it down and putting it everywhere on the Internet and then I have to scream at you and insult you and we have fights and I have to kick you out of my house. Do us a favor, don’t write this down.” z
Laura Cerón Melo ceronmlaura@gmail.com behance.net/lauraceronm
Juliana Delgado Lopera juliana.delgado1888@gmail.com queermelady.tumblr.com
Impreso en Bogotá D.C. Octubre de 2012
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