BOLERITO

An evening confession that sounds a little bold, a little drunk, and too honest to hide behind jokes. The moon shines like an approving lamp in the kitchen, the wine warms in the glass, and the words bounce between a request and a challenge: ‘bésame’.

There are no promises for tomorrow - only this night, her laughter, her hair, the rhythm that pushes you to recklessness. The desire to be close sounds so insistent that it turns into a song-plea: one more kiss, one more chance, before ‘that guy’ calls. The result is a dance on the edge - with intoxicating lightness and aching longing in one breath.