Coco, Coco, Coco. Crazy Coco Tomātl. Coco is my friend, one of the best. Coco is so crazy – you can not even imagine. I am telling you. Even I, knowing her for years can’t predict her very next move, her very next thought. This is how crazy she is. But one thing is sure. Whatever her move – she turns glass to diamonds, tears to smile, water to wine, words to poems, men to women…
Ehe, sorry, she does not turn men to women. I got carried away. She turns men on, that’s she does, my dearest friend Coco Tomātl.
Well … actually she does both. I mean, she turns on both, men and women. I know her for years and I feel … It is nobodies business what I feel but I will tell you anyway. Coco is gorgeous. She is so beautiful; when she walks the streets you can hear the jaws dropping “klack, klack, klack, klack, klack, klack, klack”, male jaws, female jaws and all other jaws available around. You feel like National Jaw Dropping Day.
Coco is lovely. Men want her. Women want to be her. Once Coco starts talking – some men get a persistent desire to be her too. Coco is namely very … how shall I put it, smart? No … smart is a slow word to describe Coco. Her brain is extremely fast. Her brain is solution entangled. Her brain is entangled.
I love Coco. She changed my life.