Oasis

Here, the sun seems to be dancing - squinting, laughing, and clapping its hands. The world is on the verge of heat and lightness, when even sadness sounds like salsa rhythms, and longing hides between bass notes like a lemon in a cocktail. Everything flows, sparkles, and spins - as if life itself has taken a holiday and decided to remember why it has music in the first place.

The body responds first, then the heart catches up. Between movements, there is a little philosophy: about the sky hanging on a thread and about happiness that seems to be close by but requires you to wink back at it. Everything here is about movement, about that very vibration where pain becomes decoration and exhalation becomes the beginning of a celebration.