Sol y Arena

The sun swears it won't set, the sand won't cool down, and the wind sings along to the rhythm, carrying the smell of salt and beer from the portable fridge. Everything is simple to the point of genius: the sea, the music, and that very same morena in a skimpy bikini, who knows that the world around her revolves precisely to the beat of her movements. No drama, no ‘what next’ - just heat, laughter, and dancing on the edge of decency.

While some people are making plans and searching for the meaning of life, here the meaning has already been found - in the sun, the body, the pulse of the bass and the ice-cold bottle in your hand. Everything else is truly superfluous, and let the wind blow it away.