PENSANDO Y PENSANDO

Love here is like a party with a hangover: noise, laughter, nonsense - and silence at home, where someone is waiting. Words mix apologies and confessions, as if the heart is simultaneously rebelling and swearing allegiance. Everything is falling apart, but stubbornly holding on to a strange balance: an honest ‘sorry I screwed up’ and an equally honest ‘I can't do it without you anyway.’