heaven on crossroads.
october 26th 10:27 a.m.
cum obregón, son.
cum obregón, son.
crossroads. it was a quiet love, a tacit love.
it came without prelude or preamble.
we never said the word love, we didn't have to.
it was in our laughter, in the sense of wonder we found in each other.
and if we had doubts then, time has told us otherwise.
it was a gentle love, a tactile love.
it was all i wanted for the longest time – to open my eyes and see you there.
to stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin.
but now i have learned the secret of distance.
now i know being close to you was never about the proximity.
– lang leav.
it came without prelude or preamble.
we never said the word love, we didn't have to.
it was in our laughter, in the sense of wonder we found in each other.
and if we had doubts then, time has told us otherwise.
it was a gentle love, a tactile love.
it was all i wanted for the longest time – to open my eyes and see you there.
to stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin.
but now i have learned the secret of distance.
now i know being close to you was never about the proximity.
– lang leav.
personal project/heaven on crossroads, dania trejo
by louis f. cota. video edited by adrian cota.
by louis f. cota. video edited by adrian cota.
