PIRRI

The evening smells of salt and speed. Hair sticks to lips from the wind, neon reflects in the rear-view mirror, and traffic rules are left far behind - along with caution and common sense. Everything spins in one rhythm: body, steering wheel, heart. You want to do silly things beautifully, with a sparkle in your eyes and noise in your ears.

This is the soundtrack to those rare nights when the stars seem to fall on purpose - to spark a flame under your skin. When no one thinks about tomorrow, and what's right gives way to the present. Dance, risk, freedom - and that sweet feeling that everything is not going according to plan, but that's exactly how it should be.