(F. Galaz, 2021)
And it’s enough for me to be like this, lying in a hotel room at three-thirty in the morning, in your arms, to know that with you, I don’t want to conquer the world.
Let the third world war rage outside between East and West, while in the meantime, you and I make love within this tiny room with vintage-style walls that you adore, and with kisses tasting of passion.
Don’t worry my love, the world will know how wait for us.