Status Updates From Fiebre Tropical

Cada vez que ela fala Ay mami eu leio com voz do Bad Bunny

“There’s nothing to fear..Carmen said. But of course there was. Confession was fear.

Confess. Tell Jesús y de paso every repressed soul in there that I want to wrap my arms around Carmen + live with her for the next 50 years..tell all these harmless hijosdeputa what you really want to do w/ the Pastora’s daughter. Tell Jesús you love Him but for some fucking reason you love Carmen’s greasy smell more.”

“..you heard the Christian salsa beats reverberate around the pool + the señoras slightly moving their shoulders + the hermanos slightly moving their hips—the body memory of a life once lived in sin. A life that once used that salsita for sexy entertainment purposes, but now the salsita, the merengue, the siseo corporal were followed by swaying hands, by aleluyas, by rhythmical prayers sent to the humid sky.”