The girl with the big ominous moth painted on her chest was here again. She moved relentlessly among the artists, the fanatics, the curious and the proud. A lot of ink, vivid imagination and the needle’s non-stop buzzing filling in the venue’s soundtrack. Lions and flowers and mermaids, gods, demons and Calacas, creatures real or legendary reborn on warm skin with blood throbbing underneath. A brave lover was shedding tears and no one will ever know if it was the needle or the “true love” which was slowly, painfully and for ever painted on his arm that caused them.
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