Roxana Marlb

A nice shiny lipstick is the weapon with which to stain the neurons of those who cannot help but look at me. This perverse game leads us to

I'm really tired, lying on my bed. I'm still, almost helpless. The only energy I have is used for smoking. I'm like a device on standby.

I have nothing to do today. I just have to smoke. I’m naked on my bed. The frame is a half-body shot. The full ashtray sits on my chest.

“just give me a minute, a puff of breath, a moment more ...”. So plays the radio on. And I light this cigarette over a sound carpet of