Posso Até Não Te Dar Flores

It smells of sweat, heat and freedom - that summer air where the asphalt is soft and the nights are long. This is no place for sensitive souls and emotional turmoil: everything is simpler, rougher and, perhaps, more honest. Some lose love, some simply lose their apartment keys, but by morning everyone finds confidence in themselves - at least to the beat.

The body remembers the rhythm better than the heart - it doesn't care who was there yesterday or what they said. The main thing is that the bass is pumping and someone nearby is laughing, even if it's with someone else's name on their lips. The world is slightly tipsy, a little dirty, but that's the thrill - when nothing is promised, but they do what they can.