The disturbing slow fade fashion.
-How about Chefi, ho?
-Na. We are about to start a romantic relationship. But I…
-That?
-I don't know if I like it... Nah. Same thing happened. But the bad thing is…
-That?
-I don't know how to do it. Give me palu say it.
-Yes, normal.
-And I, Pepe, am not one to do ghosting.
-That's out of fashion, Lito. Now what you have to do is slow fading.
-The what, ho?
-'Slow fade'.
-How are you, ho?
-Dir disappearing little by little, gradually, from his life...
-Mecca. But I…
-You start with pijadas.
-Pijadas?
-Yes, ho. If you want to meet up, you say-and that you're bad, that you're upset, that you're staying to tell the game...
-And if he comes back call me? I mean-so what...?
-Shh, no explanations! Let him suffer, Lito, let him eat the tarru.
-Probe, ho.
-Ye fashion, gallu!
-But that hurts.
-You have to stop showing interest but not suddenly, little by little...
-Meeee! What if you ask me?
-The what, ho?
-Do I still care? Do you love me...?
-Nothing, Lito. Nin mu. Few appointments, few telephones...
-And the testu messages?
-Na. Don't answer. Or it takes a long time to respond.
-But am I still staying with her or not?
-Yes, ho. But zero passion. Routine, lots of routine. No making plans.
-So?
-Que siempres tire ella del carru. Tu en plan «qué sé yo, veremos ver…»
-Jobar. But what if she tells me that...
-Don't even listen to her.
-How are you, ho?
- Keep an eye on your cell phone while you sleep, on TV, on a newspaper you have on hand... And, yes, nod your head mechanically.
-So?
-Simple, cutting… A countryman is a countryman, damn it.
-What if you tell me your plans, your dreams?
-No fucking interest! Lito, paez lie for you…
-Yeah, but then you'll see that I want to leave it, cut it off.
-Clear! But you deny it tou, let him have hope.
-Mecca, what a bastard, right?
-Don't clarify anything, make her feel insecure.
-Jobar, Pepe...
-That he has focus problems, that he is sweet, that yes, that no...
-Probe, Chefi. And that's not manipulation?
-That's what you get, Lito, after the goshting...
-And wouldn't it be easier, to explain everything, to tell them things, to show your face, to chatter?
-What's up, what's up... Slow Fade, kid!!!
