Printemps

Somewhere between concrete buildings and faded dreams, a faint light burns - not of hope, but of stubbornness. This is not about romance, but about survival with a straight back and clenched teeth. Love is on hold, feelings are in debt, and life is like an endless Monday with the promise that ‘it will get easier later.’ It sounds tired, but not defeated: just a person who has no time for ‘ciao’ because they have to keep up the pace while everything else is falling apart. The music seems to follow the cracks in the asphalt - firm, gloomy, but with a quiet fire inside, the kind that warms even when the whole world has decided to cool down.