Por la Raja de Tu Falda

The hot summer of ninety-seven, when the asphalt melted and heads spun not from the heat, but from miniskirts and cheap concerts in nameless bars. Music blared, strings snapped, cars collided head-on - and all for a single flash of fabric that caught the eye.

The story sounds funny and absurd, but it contains all the truth of youth: silly accidents, eternal tardiness, trembling knees, and a flash of desire that burns everything around it. And even though the years erase faces, one single frame remains - the one that is impossible to forget, no matter how hard you try.