TIME CAPSULE

Sometimes life gets covered in dust, like an old box that no one has opened in a long time. And suddenly something makes you lift the lid: a letter to yourself from the past, a forgotten dream, or simply a desire to remember why it all began. Inside, there is a little awkwardness, a little tenderness, and that very light that once burned for no reason.

Music sounds like a conversation between ‘then’ and ‘now’. No reproaches, no rush - just quiet recognition. It has the warmth of a hand that pushes you to keep going, even if the road is uphill again. Because somewhere ahead, beyond all this time, the past smiles - and believes that you still remember how to dream.