#Loco loca

[sofia-the-traveller]

Epic Showdown: India vs Australia Final Live at Loco Loca Bistro in Andheri

Introduction:

The stage is set, the excitement is palpable, and cricket enthusiasts in Andheri are gearing up for the pinnacle of the Cricket World Cup 2023 – the India vs Australia Final. Amidst the fervor, Loco Loca Bistro emerges as the epicenter for live-streaming this grand spectacle on its massive 200-inch screen. Join us as we delve into why Loco Loca Bistro in Andheri is the ultimate destination for cricket aficionados, offering an immersive experience that goes beyond traditional live screening.

Unveiling the 200-Inch Marvel:

At Loco Loca Bistro, cricket is not just a sport; it's a cinematic journey. The colossal 200-inch screen transforms the India vs Australia Final into a visual extravaganza, capturing every boundary, every wicket, and every cricketing nuance in stunning detail. The unparalleled screen size at Loco Loca Bistro ensures that patrons in Andheri are not just watching the match – they're experiencing it on a grand scale.

Loco Loca Bistro Andheri: A Community Celebration:

Beyond being a venue for live events, Loco Loca Bistro has become a community hub where cricket enthusiasts unite to celebrate their passion. The lively ambiance and the spirit of camaraderie make Loco Loca Bistro more than just a place to watch sports; it's a shared experience that transforms the India vs Australia Final into a collective celebration.

Live Events Extravaganza in Andheri:

Loco Loca Bistro is synonymous with live events in Andheri, extending its offerings beyond the Cricket World Cup. From sports to movies, the venue caters to diverse tastes, promising patrons a continuous calendar of entertainment. As the India vs Australia Final approaches, Loco Loca Bistro is ready to host an extravaganza that transcends the boundaries of conventional live screening.

Culinary Delights and Cricket Cheers:

Enhancing the cricket-watching experience at Loco Loca Bistro is a carefully curated menu that aligns with the excitement of the India vs Australia Final. From cricket-themed snacks to signature beverages, the culinary offerings at Loco Loca Bistro are designed to satisfy both the taste buds and the cricket cravings of patrons in Andheri.

Conclusion:

For an unparalleled cricket-watching experience during the India vs Australia Final, Loco Loca Bistro in Andheri is the definitive choice. The fusion of the massive 200-inch screen, vibrant ambiance, and diverse offerings makes Loco Loca Bistro the ultimate destination for cricket enthusiasts. Come, immerse yourself in the excitement, and witness the India vs Australia Final in style at Loco Loca Bistro – where every match is an event, and every fan is family!

[yutamayo]

"Everyone wants to know their future, until they know their future." - (Witch) Game of Thrones

[un-fantasma-en-las-nubes]

Siempre hay una loca para cada loco, pero loca, yo aún no te encuentro, eso me tiene loco, y créeme no me equivoco.

[daily-spanish-word]

crazy loco, loca

Remember: loony

If you’ve seen The League of Gentlemen: just remember ‘local’ (see video below)

Really crazy people, like insane people, are kept behind lock and key in special institutes.

You must be crazy to ride a bicycle that has no brakes! ¡Tienes que estar loco para andar en una bicicleta que no tiene frenos!

Pictures by Warner Brothers (in public domain)

[juantinarchive]

Reel de Juanjo en Instagram✨

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

Loca "Sunspot" Lero.

Lost her jaw to a plasma overheat, but still killed a bunch of rival gangers nearly pointblank and she miraculously survived. Also the source of her nickname.

Alternative nicknames: Sunshine, Meltdown, Burn

First member of the gang done. Still need to figure out a name.

[sofia-the-traveller]

Culinary Delights: Savoring Winter Specialties on Mumbai’s Streets

Introduction:

Mumbai, the city of dreams, is also a haven for food lovers. As winter descends upon the bustling streets, the culinary scene undergoes a delightful transformation. From sizzling street snacks to comforting winter specialities, Mumbai’s streets become a gastronomic adventure for those willing to explore. Join us as we embark on a journey through the savoury and heartwarming winter delights that adorn the vibrant street food scene in the city.

Piping Hot Pav Bhaji:

Winter evenings in Mumbai are incomplete without indulging in a steaming plate of Pav Bhaji. The iconic blend of mashed vegetables cooked to perfection and served with butter-soaked pav (bread rolls) is a street food lover’s delight. As the temperatures drop, the warmth of this comforting dish becomes a culinary hug for Mumbaikars.

Mumbai’s Chaat Extravaganza:

While chaat is a year-round affair in Mumbai, winter brings a unique twist to this beloved street food. From the tangy Pani Puri to the spicy Ragda Pattice, every chaat item gets an extra dash of flavour during the colder months. The crispiness of sev and the freshness of chopped coriander add a delightful crunch to the winter chaat experience.

Garam Chai and Kanda Bhaji:

As the temperatures dip, Mumbaikars turn to the humble yet soul-warming combination of Garam Chai (hot tea) and Kanda Bhaji (onion fritters). Street vendors set up their stalls, offering a refuge from the winter chill with a steaming cup of chai accompanied by crispy, golden-brown onion bhajis.

Sizzling Kebabs and Tandoori Delights:

Winter evenings call for sizzling kebabs and tandoori specialities that grace the streets of Mumbai. From succulent seekh kebabs to charred tandoori rotis, the aroma wafting through the air is enough to beckon food enthusiasts to roadside stalls, creating a culinary symphony of flavours.

Seasonal Delicacies: Undhiyu and Jalebi:

Embrace the winter bounty with regional specialities like Undhiyu, a Gujarati mixed vegetable dish cooked to perfection. Pair it with the sweetness of hot and crispy Jalebis, and you have a perfect blend of savoury and sweet that defines Mumbai’s winter culinary landscape.

Conclusion:

As winter blankets the city, Mumbai’s streets come alive with a symphony of sizzling sounds and tantalizing aromas. From Pav Bhaji to winter chaats, Garam Chai with Kanda Bhaji, sizzling kebabs, and seasonal delicacies, every bite is an experience that encapsulates the spirit of this vibrant metropolis. So, bundle up, take to the streets, and let the culinary delights of Mumbai’s winter specialities warm your taste buds and heart alike. Whether you’re a local or a visitor, the streets of Mumbai in winter promise a culinary journey that’s nothing short of extraordinary.

After a day of savouring the city’s delectable winter treats, retreat to the comfort and luxury of The Empresa Hotel, acknowledged as the best hotel in Mumbai. Situated in the heart of the bustling city, The Empresa Hotel offers a sanctuary of elegance and hospitality. Unwind in plush accommodations, relish gourmet cuisine, and let The Empresa Hotel complement your culinary adventure with unparalleled comfort. Your winter sojourn in Mumbai deserves not only the vibrant flavours of street food but also the refined luxury of the best hotel in the city.

[latin5mamii]

Superstition - Carlos Alcaraz

|WARNINGS: smut, +18 |SUMMARY: You and your boyfriend's superstitions... |AUTHOR'S NOTE: I missed writing for carlitos😭 but i'm back now😉😉

Paris at night was stunning, and tonight felt especially magical. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, and the soft hum of the city outside made the hotel room feel extra cozy. Carlos and you were snuggled up together, but he seemed a bit distracted. His fingers were tracing patterns on your arm, and you noticed he was lost in thought.

"What's on your mind, Carlos?"

He looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “Do you remember the night before I won Wimbledon?”

You remembered that night all too well. A smile spread across your face as the memory came back.

“What about it?” you asked, laughing softly, feeling playful.

He gazed at you, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. “That night brought me so much luck, cariño,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

You cuddled closer, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours. “And you think tonight could be the same?”

Carlos's touch was both soothing and electric. “I don’t just think so. I’m certain,” he said softly, his eyes filled with desire. “I need this.”

You could sense a mix of nervous excitement and need in his voice. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be too tired for the match tomorrow.”

Carlos chuckled, shaking his head. “How could I ever be too tired for you?”

He leaned in and kissed you, and what started as a gentle touch quickly became more passionate. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You responded eagerly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

As the intensity grew, Carlos’s hand slipped under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. You pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, making sure he was really sure about this. “Are you sure this is what you want? You have a big day tomorrow.”

Carlos smiled, his gaze full of desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I need you.”

His words made you shiver with anticipation. You pulled him back, kissing him passionately. Carlos’s hands were everywhere, exploring and teasing, driving you both higher with each touch.

Soon, your clothes were tossed aside, the cool air contrasting sharply with the heat between you. Carlos’s lips traveled down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

“Good,” you whispered back, running your hands over his chest. “Because I want you to remember this tomorrow. I want you to think about me.”

Carlos’s eyes darkened with desire. “Trust me,” he said, his voice rough, “I won’t be able to think of anything else.”

He kissed you again, this time with even more intensity, as his hands roamed your body, caressing and exploring. You arched into his touch, your moans growing softer.

Carlos’s lips and tongue worked their magic, sending waves of pleasure through you. “Te vuelves loca,” he whispered in Spanish, his voice filled with wonder. “Me vuelves loco.”

His hands rested on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue continued its teasing dance. “Eres todo lo que deseo,” he murmured, his voice a mix of reverence and desire. “Quiero sentirte así toda la noche.”

The sensation of his tongue exploring you made you gasp, your body trembling. The room was filled with your soft moans and his spanish sentences that could me you go wild. “Dime lo que quieres,” he said, his voice husky. “Quiero escuchar tus gemidos.”

You could barely speak, the pleasure overwhelming you. “Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice thick with need. “Please, Carlos.”

He responded with renewed fervor, his movements pushing you closer to the edge. The combination of his touch and whispered dirty talk made everything more intense.

“Eres mi todo,” he murmured against your most sensitive spot. “No puedo tener suficiente de ti.”

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you clung to him, your body arching and trembling. Carlos’s movements never faltered, his focus entirely on making you feel amazing.

He moved up to kiss you again, his lips capturing yours with fierce passion. As his kisses deepened, he guided you to the edge. Carlos positioned himself between your legs, his hands tracing a path along your inner thighs.

“¿Estás lista?” he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation.

You nodded, your body already responding. Carlos entered you slowly, the sensation of him filling you completely made you both moan softly. His movements were steady, each thrust deliberate and passionate.

Carlos’s eyes locked onto yours, and he whispered in Spanish, “Eres todo para mí.”

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling every inch of him. The connection between you was electric, each movement heightening the pleasure. Carlos gripped your hips firmly, guiding you both through the rhythm of your desire.

The room filled with your shared pleasure: moans, gasps, and whispered endearments. Carlos’s breath was hot against your ear as he pushed you both toward the edge. “Quiero sentirte más cerca,” he murmured, his voice urgent. “No te sueltes.”

You clung to him, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. The rhythm between you grew faster, more urgent, both of you pushing toward the peak. Carlos’s movements were driven by a mix of need and love, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Please, baby, please,” you begged, your voice filled with need.

Carlos’s release came in a powerful wave, and you felt him empty himself inside you.

Carlos pulled you close, his breath mingling with yours.

“This is surely going to bring me luck tomorrow,”

[fairlyang]

Si No Es Contigo 🕷️

imagínese andar con algún amigo del chavo que realmente quieres

w/c: 999

pairing: miguel o’hara x latina!reader

tags: 18+ smut. nomas lo quieres a él, y estás segura que el se siente igual, convenciéndolo, grinding, teasing, exhibitionism, blowjob, fingering, quickie

a/n: for any of the bilingual mig lovers🫶🏼 based off the song but mostly the kali uchis remix bc DAMN it’s good

kinktober masterlist | main masterlist

miguel ya anda con otra pero no te lo crees para nada. para empezar, todavía te compra cosas de escondidas de su supuesto amigo como joyería, ropa, y ni se lo tienes que pedir.

el se pone como el loco y defensivo que no y que ya acabó contigo de verdad pero los dos saben que no quieren a nadie más.

entonces cuando sus dos grupos están en un club y su chava se fue para otro lado y su amigo fue a ayudar a traer unos tragos, claro que lo agarraste de la mano para bailar.

“qué haces?!” exclamó en tu oído mientras guías sus manos arriba y abajo de tu cuerpo.

“no crees que ya es tiempo de ser honestos, amor?” le preguntas en voz baja y el gimió.

“nomas a ti se te ocurre hacer esto aquí.” te reclama y trata te soltarse de tu agarre.

“ay por favor Miguel, tu sabes que con ella no es lo mismo. todos lo sabemos pero te haces el necio.” le reclamas, voltiando tu cabeza para verlo bien.

his cheeks were red and he stopped struggling while you continued dancing on him, “estas loca.”

“que me vas a decir que no te gusta?” you murmur then give him a pout.

the song changed to a faster beat and you moved your hips to the rhythm making sure to grind right against him, just how he liked. he groaned again and you let go of his hands to see if he’d let go.

he didn’t.

instead his hands went up and down, purposely avoiding the places you wanted him to touch.

“bien que sabes que no quiero a nadie más eh?” he mocks in your ear and you nod as his hands went down your stomach.

“los dos lo sabemos muy bien.” you reply as his hands went back up and stayed right below your bra.

“dímelo tú primero.” he mutters and you lean your head back against his chest.

no se tomo nada para convencerte porque ya sabías lo que quieras.

a diferencia de el, no te costó nada admitirlo. fue súper fácil porque solo estabas usando a su amigo como procurador hasta que miguel se ponga las pilas.

desafortunadamente, estabas cansada de esperar.

“si no es contigo, no quiero a nadie más.” you murmur and slow down on your grinding.

his hands went down and gripped your hips, pressing himself harder against you making you moan, “no quiero a nadie más…” he purrs into your ear as you could now feel his hard on against your ass.

“no se para que te haces al rogar.” you groan and he just chuckles.

suddenly he grabs your hand, leading you out of the crowd and avoiding your friends while he made his way to the bathrooms.

he opened the door for you both and you both walk in to the crappy men’s bathroom that already had people making out in stalls, by the sinks, and some smoking by the window. he held onto your hand tightly as he lead you into one of the stalls and closed it behind you before slamming you against it and smashes his lips against yours.

your hands are immediately roaming his body when you felt him put his knee between your thighs. you gasp into the kiss prompting him to stick his tongue into your mouth while his hands started to grope your tits and ass.

he pulled away and went down to kiss your neck while he gave your ass hard smacks. your hands were entangled in his curls, pulling on them as he made sure to leave his marks on you.

to really solidify that you were his.

he pulled away only for you to quickly push him off just so you could get on your knees. you undid his belt, the button then the zipper before pulling his pants down to his thighs, “mmm todo para mi, bebé?” you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

“nomas para ti mamita, tu ya lo sabes. nada me puede separar de ti.” he murmurs while bringing a hand to your head.

his words sent shivers down your entire body and those butterflies were also going crazy, like always.

“rápido okay?” he says making your smirk, “claro.”

your hands slide his boxers down and you quickly spit on it then immediately take him into your mouth, you took as much as you could before pulling back then going back down, taking him all while he moaned above you.

the bathroom was already filled with the sounds of moans from other people and you knew no one was going to specifically pay attention to his.

you did that for a solid minute before he pulled you up to your feet and you looked at him confused until he lifted one of your legs up and started rubbing your clit through your panties, “tan bonita.”

you fight back a moan as he stood behind you, holding you steady as he went faster. after a few more seconds he got impatient and moved your panties to the side.

without any warning, he slid two fingers into you and instantly set a fast pace because you were already drenched. “sabía que nomás me quisiste dar celos.” he mumbles making you roll your eyes.

“tu empezaste…” you mutter and accidentally moan when he goes harder.

“mhm, lo que tú digas angelita.” he teases then pulls his fingers out making you whine.

that quickly changed when he slid inside you and you had no time to adjust as he started pounding into you. his right hand was holding your right leg up while his left was around your waist, holding onto you tightly.

his thrusts were hard and deep, keeping to his word that it’ll be quick. he stretched you out to perfection, like always.

el siempre te cuidaba en todas las maneras que importaban. nunca te deja insatisfecha, ni ahorita por algún milagro que se vino adentro de ti.

[daily-spanish-word]

crazy loco, loca

Remember: loony

If you’ve seen The League of Gentlemen: just remember ‘local’ (see video below)

Really crazy people, like insane people, are kept behind lock and key in special institutes.

You must be crazy to ride a bicycle that has no brakes! ¡Tienes que estar loco para andar en una bicicleta que no tiene frenos!

Pictures by Warner Brothers (in public domain)

[caostalgia]

Te deseo tanto en todos los aspectos, pero el que más me vuelve loco por ti son tus pensamientos e ideas locas que compartimos.

Versame_

[fragmentosadolescentes]

Tan enamorada y tan intensa, con esos chinos locos que reflejan su belleza, no se si está loca o sonríe sin razón; en todo caso creo que está loca o simplemente está enferma de amor.

Efimera Lunar Intemporal

[forensic-b1tch-aiden]

marauders era characters as monster energy cans

barty: the og black and green can

pandora: the mango loco can

lily: the ultra peachy keen can

remus: the loca moca can

mary: the pipeline punch can

regulus: the zero ultra can

evan: the ultra paradise can

sirius: the ultra red can

dorcas: the ultra violet can

marlene: the khaotic can

james: the ultra gold can

peter: the pacific punch can

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀 ✵ SIMÓN HEMPE

❛ 𝔱𝔲 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔞, 𝔞 𝔱𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔪𝔞 𝔩𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞 ❜ `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

18+

smut, infidelidad, p in v sex, cornudos, mi primer fic en español.

el humo del cigarrillo llena el aire del cuarto de simón mientras te acuestas a lado de el. ya se había hecho costumbre pasar cada minuto del día con el hablando pavadas y fumando. lo veías atentamente mientras te contaba sobre otra pelea con su novia y como ya no la aguantaba a la pobre mina. también ya se había hecho costumbre fingir que te importaba su relación cuando a ti nunca te callo bien la mina.

“pero boludo ya corta con ella si no te llevas bien con ella!” lo regañas.

“amiga o hater?” el bromea.

“bue! tu me pediste mi opinión y te la di.” te quejas.

esta vez no dice nada y nada más te mira atentamente mientras piensa. te pone un poco nerviosa y no aguantas mirarle a los ojos. en un cerrar de ojos se acerca a ti hasta estar encima tuyo. el acto te toma por sorpresa y te acuestas en su cama esperando que te trague el colchón. no ayuda que hace un calor inmenso y no trae la remera puesta. aunque nada más eran amigos no podías negar que simón era un hombre muy guapo.

“a ti nunca te ha caído bien mi novia. porque?” te reta.

“por favor simón.” no lo puedes tomar en serio. “si ella no te caí bien a ti como me va caer bien a mi? deja de fumar te está haciendo mierda la cabeza nene.”

te mira fijamente analizando tu rostro determinado si te cree o no. es un poco intimidante lo bien que te conoce. no tarda en reírse de tu reacción.

“mentira. estas celosa.” se reí como que si hubiera hecho un gran hallazgo.

“pero dale! estas loco nene.” le das un codazo para que se quite de encima.

pero el no se mueve es más se acerca más a ti para tentarte. su cara está a centímetros del tuyo y juras que puedes sentir su respiración mientras el tuyo se corta. es un acto tan intimo y doméstico que te tiene mareada. la proximidad te vuelve loca y te acuerdas de las noches donde dejaban de hacer amigos y ves en sus ojos como el los recuerda también. te trae loca el pelotudo, no lo aguantas más. el comienza a cerrar la pequeña distancia entre los dos y justo cuando se acerca a darte un beso mueves tu cabeza al otro lado.

“simón tienes novia.” le dices para recordarle a él y a ti sobre su novia.

“una novio que no quiero.” murmura.

hay un momento de silencio donde los dos se miran. en solo un instante pierdes tus morales y lo besas. el mueve sus labios contra los tuyos y recuerdas las noches donde te metía a su cuarto a escondidas. entrelazas tus manos en su pelo tratando de acercarte a él. sus manos sostienen tus caderas mientras te come la boca. por un segundo casi pierdes la respiración por cómo los dos se besan como si fuera la última vez.

“estas tan linda.” te dice cuando se separa de ti. elogio te hace sonrojar.

“y tu tan feo.” lo molestas. el simplemente te besa otra vez.

no sabes si es la temperatura o el hecho de que simón te está comiendo la boca pero se siente muy caliente. no aguantas más las ganas y te quitas la blusa exponiendo tu brassiere a tu amigo. ya ni sabias que era simón en tu vida porque los amigos no se comían a besos ni se desquitaban las ganas así. el procede a besar tu cuello, explorando la piel expuesta. no puedes sostener tus gemidos mientras deja marcas en tu cuello.

“simón…” te muerdes los labios tratando de evitar más gemidos.

el se aparta para quitarse la remera exponiendo su pecho a ti. no era una vista que no habías visto antes pero se sentía así. te besa otra vez mientras tus manos exploran su espalda tratando de acercarlo más a ti. la acción causa que su erección rozará contra tu centro. ambos gimieron al placer que causaba y sentías como te mojabas por el.

“dale nena ya no aguanto déjame cogerte.” murmura contra tus labios mientras repite los mismos movimientos para darse placer.

“pero te sales.” lo adviertes y él sonríe. gil.

el no aguanta las ganas y en segundos se baja los pantalones y a ti tus shorts y los panties que traes puestos. dirige su pija hacia tu centro y te mira a los ojos otra vez para asegurase que todavía estás de acuerdo con el. le ofreces una simple sonrisa y el no gasta más tiempo enterrándose adentro de ti. los dos gimen al contacto, tú nunca te habías sentido más llena antes. simón se queda quieto unos segundos asegurándose de que te ajustes a él. lo necesitas y envuelves tus piernas alrededor de su cintura para darle el permiso a moverse.

se mueve para atrás casi sacándose completamente afuera de ti y se meti adentro de ti otra vez para comenzar sus movimientos. no puedes evitar el grito que sueltas a su acción ni como dejas la boca abierta mientras te comienza a coger. sus manos encuentran tu cintura ora asegurase que pueda estar lo más cerca de ti. su cabeza termina en tu cuello mientras se mueve adentro de ti y aprovecha para marcarte más. sus labios contra tu cuello, sus manos enterrándose en tu cintura, y los movimientos de él adentro de ti son intensos y ya puedes sentir como te acercas.

“más rápido simón porfa…” le murmullas a lado del oído.

él obedece y acelera sus estocadas. en el proceso encuentra tu punto g. lo toca una y otra vez mientras te penetra. es todo un montón y en segundos te encuentras corriendo contra su miembro. el siente como lo aprietas duro y se da cuenta que él ya no aguanta más. rápido se salí y termina de pintar tu vientre de su semen. admiras su cuerpo sudoroso y sus jadeos mientras se recupera del sexo.

sientes como alguien se presiona atrás tuyo mientras pones el helado de vainilla en el vaso. sus manos te agarran por tu cintura y te besa las mejillas.

“simón basta. estamos en la cocina.” lo regañas sabiendo que en cualquier momento podría entrar alguien.

“y que? ya lo hemos hecho antes aquí.” te guiñe el ojo.

“que han hecho antes aquí?” su mamá entra por la puerta trasera agarrándole a los dos por desapercibidos.

“una torta de chocolate.” eres rápido en responder.

“y no me dejaron ningún pedazo?” finge estar dolida.

el timbre suena y simón aprovecha a irse a responder al visitante. su mamá nada más se ríe y te dirige una sonrisa pura. te cae muy bien. aunque su sonrisa se va a notar que había llegado la novia de su hijo. igual que a ti. la tensión crecí y notas como la novia te da un look feo. si ella supiera.

“vos deberías ser la novia de mi hijo no esa maleducada.”

[vitkolazarus]

Glamrock Freddy x Glamrock Bonnie

Esta semana ha sido loca, no sólo la cononizar a los aliens a la trama sino que también se medio confirmó que que estos dos locos se quieren OMG

Fuentes: mi corazón

[esuemmanuel]

I love reason, but I don't let it subdue me when it comes to feeling, because when it comes to making art, you have to leave out reason, and feeling is a fucking art! And that's because I've known I've been crazy since I picked up a pen and I've never felt bad about being crazy (and I'm not going to start now), so those who are blinded or married to reason and the reality of things should stay away from me; really, I can upset their psyche or something. The reality is that I am not meant to be read by sane, rational, realistic or moral people. I want people who are insane, alienated, out of the world, removed from reality as much as possible, and most of all, open with themselves and their blessed insanity. Welcome to the madness!

Amo la razón, pero no me dejo someter por ella cuando se trata de sentir, porque cuando se trata de hacer arte se debe dejar la razón fuera ¡y sentir es un puto arte! Y es que me he sabido loco desde que tomé la pluma y jamás me he sentido mal por estarlo (y no empezaré ahora), por eso es que, quienes están cegados o casados con la razón y la realidad de las cosas, deberían alejarse de mí; de verdad, puedo trastornarles su psique o algo más. La realidad es que no he sido hecho para ser leído por sensatos, cuerdos, realistas ni moralistas. Quiero gente loca, enajenada, fuera del mundo, alejada de la realidad lo más que se pueda y, sobre todo, franca consigo misma y su bendita locura.

¡Bienvenidos sean los dementes!