the woman loves, she gets insane. she is full of unbearable tenderness. she wants to touch, adore, be incredibly close to the object of her obsession. in that moment she is totally addicted to the object of her love. everything is about love and addiction. she smokes a lot. cold hands. lips over kissed by others, body is over touched by others, eyes of strangers that swear to love her in the cold night. she’s naked. incredibly naked soul and body. running through the street in his jacket that still has his perfume. perfume on collarbones, on tiny fingers, on hips. she is dancing recklessly, hysterically, madly. dancing this red and blue night that covers her with chaos of its existence.

the woman loves a man.