La Loca

Here it is - the final scene of the telenovela, where the heroine does not cry, but dramatically fixes her hair, pulls out her suitcase and closes the door behind her. Her lips are painted with ‘new life’ lipstick, her voice is tired, but with a pearly glimmer of dignity. Because if anyone was ‘crazy’ in this story, it certainly wasn't her.

This is a song where resentment turns into strength and tears turn into gloss. Where the phrase ‘ya no estoy tan loca’ sounds not like an excuse, but like a victory. And even if everything there reeks of someone else's perfume, at least the air is finally clean - and it smells of freedom, morning coffee and new rules of the game.