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FLOWERS
She thought it was a pity he seemed to have decided to agree on everything she had to say, being this quite unlikely shall honesty had been scenting the night. She thought of him as handsome and even dared to imagine herself embraced by that big chest, strong arms and firm hands, the idea of…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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DAYDREAM
Blue jeans, burgundy top and determination as seasonal complement, was the outfit of choice for the event of the night. Why she wanted to go and assist to this musical affair was not clear yet. The performer, someone she had met, a piece of a story from which a delicate touch of confusion still remained.…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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CIBER GIRL
A ciber girl from the new age, she is expected to be. She knows how her electro sensorial wires, devices and appliances attach. From her head and heart all the way down to her feet, the pretty left one and the other one that the set completes. Automated emotions, simple repetitive reactions; the buttons…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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DIRTY, SHE SAID
With the tip of her unpolished nails she plays by the rim of the glass resting in front of her by the surface of the bar, beautifully raw, like she. The intensity of her libation she thought to match well the situation. Anticipation had been building up since the sun rose, she had been gently…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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THAT EXIT
For about two years I walked around with panda eyes, they all laugh at such an abrupt statement, and so did she, even though, it was true and it had taken a long while for it to be fun, at last; sharing drinks in this fancy hotel where, apparently, Madonna often stays, second fun-fact of…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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ORANGE WINE
With your hands covering my eyes I’m testing your wine while you are standing right behind, close, very close, the soft sound of your voice, so very close to my neck, travels with the air you breath, oh, so very close to my ear. Well, how about it then? I nod in approval. Your hands…
Ana Iñigo Olea
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