AGÜITA DE COCO

It's a strange thing - sometimes love smells not of perfume or fresh laundry, but of coconut water, sunshine, and yesterday's breakfast. Everything sticks, lingers, like a sweet merengue kiss after a sleepless night. The day begins not with coffee, but with warm breath on your neck - and everything is clear without words.

All I wanted was a light adventure, without promises or drama. But it turns out that my legs won't carry me to the exit, and my head treacherously searches for a reason to stay. It's funny, of course: it's like a game, but my heart is already playing on its own. And when lips find lips again, it becomes clear that there's no need to rush in the morning.