CIBELES

An unfinished confession - like a note left between the pages of a wardrobe: pain hides in the unsaid, and the request to ‘fly away’ echoes in an empty hall. The dress is worn for a parade, traces of blood and sweat on the palms, and all this is like trophies after a performance where pleasure coexists with illness. A feeling of give and take: someone invested, someone let go in return.

The coronation and the wings have been mixed up - the crowns adorned, while the wings served as a ticket to escape, to leave. Beauty remains unchanged, but the lesson of life is harsh: no one is irreplaceable, and the match lasts its ninety minutes, sometimes with unexpected additions. The desire to give more turned out to be a pattern that backfired.

Pride and stubbornness are more important than quiet submission; it is better to stand with a broken heart than to live on your knees with an intact one. The wish for good is uttered through reproach - and this makes it sound even warmer: the willingness to return - once, a thousand times - remains, despite the scars. In the end, there is a mixture of irony and humility: love is like a legend that you still want to experience again.