Deja Vu

Tropical rain, a rhythm that sticks to your skin, and a smile that makes everything around you spin like a club lamp on the ceiling. There is no rush and no rules here - just music, humid air, and two people dancing as if the night was created exclusively for them. Every glance turns into a chorus, every touch into a repeat of a favourite song. And it seems that in this déjà vu, it is quite possible to lose yourself willingly.