Many men

Here you can hear an argument that has long gone beyond words. The phrases are short, like gunshots, and behind them lies the familiar fatigue of endless ‘who said what to whom.’ Everything revolves around jealousy and trust, where the truth always sounds like a request rather than a statement.

The music recedes, then returns with force, leaving room for silence, in which the main nerve is hidden - as if what is hidden is more important than what is said. The result is not a dialogue, but a rhythmic tug-of-war, where love still holds, but the hands are already aching.