Miénteme

There is too much of everything, and everything is slightly off. There is money, but no peace; the body shines, but the soul limps along. Between yachts, cocktails and strangers' eyes, somewhere hides a longing for that very look - the only one that cannot be bought. Everything around is twinkling, sparkling, noisy, but in your heart, an old record about love that has gone out of fashion still plays quietly, and for some reason, you cannot get it out of your head.

Life is like a party where the bar is open, but inside it is empty. You dance until morning, drown your pain in tequila, whisper to yourself that tomorrow everything will be forgotten. And yet, when the sun rises over the bay, you remember that day again - the only one that won't let you go, no matter how much ‘everything for yourself’ gathers around you.