Roxana Marlb

It's a film from another era. A "B" movie, imagine a motel setting. Red dominates the scene, my fingers stink of smoke and are stained red.

I look for cigarettes in my bag and I can't find them. I look for them in my coat and I can't find them, they're not in the kitchen,

I greet you, I look at you and I'm already dying for it. Light up, light me up... satisfy my insatiable desire for smoke. Red lipstick, I

I'm coming home after a fun night with friends. But I really want to... smoke, again. This time I'll speak to you in English, and I'll tell