ganas

A night with no room for pauses or explanations. Everything is decided by bodies, glances, and that very silence that only adds fuel to the fire. Is it a quarrel or a game? Who can tell? Doors slam, phones are blocked, but when their eyes meet, they remember again what it's like when the heart beats in time with the bass and thoughts dissolve into smoke afterwards.

The music sounds like an argument between two people who are simultaneously fighting and making up, breaking apart and being drawn together. It's tenderness, then boldness, and in this swing, everything is real. There are no right words or beautiful excuses here, only the energy of the moment and the desire to squeeze every last spark out of it.