Chantal Guilhonato - Peixes carnívoros

The park is vast and beckons to all who enter it. If only they knew. But they don't know that they are about to succumb. The park beckons, and it does so without hesitation. He, on the contrary, cultivates shyness in the way he sits beside her. With a gaze like a succulent tropical fruit, she squeezes herself into surrender. Without a set time, among the branches, someone witnesses the discreet revolution of a kiss.
(clove-fish, page 28)