¿Qué Has Hecho Conmigo?

A silk dress, a rose in her hair and the scent of perfume, deliberately overdone - like a small rebellion against the dullness of everyday life. All this for a moment that may not even happen: an exchange of glances in the crowd, a spark between the stage and the audience, a miracle on the border between dream and reality.

There is a naive honesty in this, the enthusiasm of adolescence, when the heart does not know how to play it cool. Everything seems enchanted - from the music to one's own feelings - and there is no need to wake up. Because it is here, under the spotlight, that one can afford the luxury of being vulnerable and alive, as if every chord is a confession that will remain a secret anyway.