I was born in Mexico and my skin speaks Spanish, don't call me wetback, my culture is the richest
culture around the world, I'm a lucky bitch.
When I see a handsome man, I react in English, my body says: Awesome!! like Ashton Kutcher
but when I write it or speak in that language, it's not perfect at all, I suck.
I grew up in the beautiful L.A.
And I studied a lot, but school hates me so I paid with the same coin,
I'm kinda fucked up,
my grammar is a drama
and my heart is thirsty,
I wish I paid attention to my teacher
Should I married a wall of my room;
I don't know if you understand me or I need to translate it,
it's not that I need to practice this shit, or should I open my mouth just to breathe,
what I'm telling you beyond my tongue and the languages is
that I need love, intoxicating and blind love, hunting and disturbing love,
I know I'm not perfect and I do mistakes at every step I make
but that's the point, I'm a human being, I'm alive
I am an snake, I am a man who wants a man who does not love anyone else but me.
is it that a sin?
Well, then crucify me, judge me and piss on me.

This blog is one of my deepest love of my life,
and when I say something here, I mean it, I do it with all my heart,
life is my compromise and fashion is my inspiration.
I love all the people, I admire certain people and then I write about them
I should tattoo a dictionary in my tongue to know everything
(that's my supposed job)
or I should just say fuck off and let my stupidity be,
I'm still learning, I'm still drinking time,
all I know is that you could be my eyes, my pillow or the dick I don't desire.

My name, you know it, It's Fer Irigoyen, Fernando, I-R-I-G-O-Y-E-N...
I'm alone, I'm sad and happy at the same time,
I compensate for my spelling errors, with passion
and it's through passion that I could learn how to survive honestly.

My Spanish is mixed and my English is scrambled.
Sometimes I'm Italian, sometimes I moan as a French bitch would do,

Do not come here wanting to teach
since I could bite you without teeth
I could love you without a heart
and I could destroy you with a smile on my face.

I am a soup with prepositions
I conjugate verbs with my flesh
the ink I use is the blood, semen and sweat of the yesterday...
O.K. I'm tired, you know, somebody has to save the world one beauty at a time.



 I wish I was a swan, but I am a snake and I'm poisonous... This is me, my shadow and my fucking solitude. (The worst of all... I love to be alone).