Sabry Aalil

The words sound like a long night where you can't sleep, not because it's noisy, but because your heart is its own DJ, playing the same track over and over about love that won't let go. Everything is mixed up here: fatigue from waiting, resentment, longing, and a strange hope that clings to every ‘come back’ and ‘stay.’

The music stretches out like a warm thread, like an old scarf that smells of memories. The voice conveys not only pain, but also softness, like that of a person who, despite everything, still knows how to love. It is not a cry or a plea, but a spell - in case one day the moon finally hears it.