Tan Enamorados - En Vivo

There are evenings when even the air sounds softer than usual. Everything seems to slow down - the lights become warmer, steps shorter, and conversations no longer require meaning. Just the light in the window, the smell of rain, and that rare silence where it's not scary to be close. Love here is not theatrical - no pathos, no loud words. It's like an old train: it shakes and whistles, but it takes you where you're always expected. And even if the night drags on a little longer than usual, no one is in a hurry. Why should they be, when happiness has finally stopped running ahead and is sitting calmly opposite, smiling?