Starburst

The hum of the streets and the sharpness of words come together in a stream where each line is like a punch on the table or a nervous laugh at the chaos around. There are no sterile stories here, only the dust of the neighbourhoods, other people's mistakes and your own choices, which sound louder than any excuses. The rhythm echoes with the excitement of a fight and the bitterness of its consequences, as if life were both a boxing ring and a noisy crossroads where it is easy to lose yourself.

And then - a sudden turn: coarse language gives way to images of space and stardust. Within this contrast, a strange truth can be discerned: even the hardest hearts are still drawn to beauty, even if it is through calloused hands. The result is not a story of victories or defeats, but a portrait of inner turbulence, where anger and poetry coexist as naturally as night and morning in the same city.