AVTLR

The scorching sun, ringing laughter, and that fine line between passion and carelessness that sustains summer. It's like a bad film - phone calls in the night, promises to ‘just dance’ and a slight amnesia when it comes to morals. No one promises anything, but everyone understands. A hot rhythm, a slightly cheeky smile and the aroma of paella somewhere in the background - an atmosphere not for reflection, but for movement.