Indian and Cowboy

It is like pretending he is dead. It is deleting his name from an imaginary memory, but not doing it on the phone. When you delete his contact number, it is not too risky to lose the dialogue we had that day when we were talking for hours about the day we had planned to sleep together on a boat in a room with glass doors built from the ceiling where we could see a lake through it. The room had no bed, but a mattress over the wooden floor, with a sheet, untied, giving the scene a romantic atmosphere. A rough and unsmooth romance that recalls the love of the Greeks, and poetry recited at the street, like red roses that street vendors sell at the beach and the local bars. <a href="https://laiscslima.medium.com/indian-and-cowboy-f07fc3885f28">Visit Now</a>