Camarada Errante

Life sometimes spins like a possessed Ferris wheel - up, down, up again, until you can no longer understand where the rotation began. And then suddenly - bang. Everything stops because someone enters the frame who makes even the air behave differently. You no longer need to be a hero, break records, or show off - you can just be.

This rhythm has both street roughness and home warmth: the smell of asphalt is replaced by the aroma of jamón, and the heart, accustomed to anxiety, is not afraid of the pause for the first time. Love sounds not like a cliché, but like the slang of two people who have their own world and their own government, where instead of laws there is tenderness and a little hooliganism.