El sueño dura una semana

Awkwardness that always makes your hands tremble. Your heart beats faster than the clock on the train, and a simple ‘hello’ makes you feel as hot as if you had just run three blocks. Everything seems trivial - a glass of water, a chance encounter on Wednesday, an out-of-place smile - but it is precisely these little things that make up the storm.

Here, love is like a thunderstorm outside the window: a flash, then thunder, then silence between them. Dreams linger longer than they should, and waking up brings a strange feeling - as if everything has already happened and will start all over again. And that's a little scary, but even more so - sweet.