Мешали любовь с табаком XXV

Love mixed with smoke is a strange cocktail, but it's precisely this combination that makes your head spin as if the city suddenly grew wings. Balconies become runways, and cigarette smoke becomes fuel for two slightly lost but madly infatuated pilots.

There is something adolescent about it: impractical, absurd, too loud and too honest. That feeling when you don't care that tomorrow you'll have a hangover, because today your lungs are filled with tar and your heart is on fire. And even if there are no trump cards up your sleeve, there is music that sounds louder than any excuses.

In the end, there is a slight smile: yes, none of this matters anymore, but how nice it is to remember that once upon a time you could fly higher than all the balconies, holding the hand of someone who was ‘wildly cute’.