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The following has been compiled, discovered and translated by jeffmauro.com coorispondant Dr. Emily Mauro. Facinating and true.


Julio’s I’ve Loved
By Lupita Perez

I have loved many, many men. But no man have I loved more than that of the Julio. Oh, the Julio and his fervent loins. Is it in the name? Is it in the sly smile? These questions I cannot answer. No, I can only share with you all the Julio’s I have loved and how they have loved me. Let’s take this journey together…



Julio Cantilla
A man of few words. We would dance in silence to no music. It was magic. So was he. There were no limits to what he could not say. He never did say “I love you,” but he would stare at me for hours and blink very fast.




Julio Bracho
Strong and wise, Julio Bracho taught me how to swim. I knew not the ways of the water until this guapo, young Julio led me into the sea. It was midnight and I was scared. He soothed me with his words: “El agua es sólo mantequilla. Solo mantequilla.” And so was he.





Julio ???
As a young and confused Universidad of Oaxaca student, he taught me nothing. I still do not know why I loved him so. He smelled of muskiness and did not apologize – maybe that is why.