El Mañana

There is something in this song that resembles a morning hangover of the soul - when everything is still hazy, but it is already clear that life must go on. The voice sounds as if it were recorded through rain and memories, and the guitar seems to accompany not the rhythm, but the breath. Everything is a little careless, but honest - like a conversation after a long silence, where words are needed not for a response, but to avoid dissolving into silence.

Love here is not about passion or drama, but about the weary agreement to remain alone with oneself and not go mad. In every chord, there is a reconciliation with the fact that not everything needs to be fixed. Sometimes it is enough to just allow yourself to be. Even if your voice trembles and your thoughts fall apart into echoing phrases.