Don´t play with me

“You didn’t wake me up,” comments Hern

wanted to sleep, that's all. You

ion, next time you wake me up. Prom

're in charge.

he tells me, as he brings me closer to his bare chest. You t

said, to change the subject.

t. I take a shower and we leave. Then a friend arrives wh

. I don't have anything nice to wear

l buy whatever you ask fo

es like this because what we have to live through is already quite difficult. As i

in the water. These guys are kind of weird. Hernan sits next to me and we st

pa with spicy shredded meat. The hairy one as they call her

g! —I exclaim,

because of my f

't we? —I tell him, lo

Feel free. You can say anyth

ything I've been through in life, I'm learning to detect when I have a chance an

he? He probably went shopping. I have a feeling he's involved with that woman, the emplo

have to support them. At least I have Yuraima. Even though I'm

lone. If it weren't for Mateo and her, my life would be pure hell. In addition, speaking of hell

sell me, I will not allow that. I, despite the me

e gossip that is on the lips of the women in the center. This guy is an idiot, I'm no

dy flirting with the boys in town. Yes, she didn't mourn her

reaches this level of disrespect. The best thing to do is cut corners. Oth

. But when you come into contact with a woman, it's

he didn't have the courage to look a

nking twice. If your lover has to cry, you cry. What you can't do is

efore was a real witch. The girl was tough with the tarot and they looked for her a lot because she di

es the cool one. Most of those who fall for this business are bitten by girls. The girls sell them or, even

a to know what to do and how. So you like tarot, one of these nights I'm going to surprise you by reading yo

ompany me. You come with the bugs, you know. I bought the new

You don't have a dog that ba

able. Even Satan himself, no one is saved. I'm going to talk to the spokesman for the

netrating gaze. And hell see and wink at me. He's a

g. When he leaves for his meetings he shows up early i

r forget the way he holds me in his arms, nor the way he makes