Si Sabes Contar

A breakup to the rhythm of cumbia is when bitterness is served up with loud trumpets and a cheerful beat, so you can dance through the pain. The words are categorical: ‘don't call, don't wait, don't touch’ - as if seals were being placed on the doors of the past. But the music does its job: instead of tragedy, we get a festive expulsion from the heart, with lights, claps and light sarcasm.

In this story, there is no room for return - not with hands, not with words, not even in thoughts. And this makes it especially pleasant: even pain here turns into a round dance of joy, where each step is not about loss, but about liberation.