Puedes Contar Conmigo

Sometimes love leaves quietly - without drama, without slamming doors. It just becomes quieter. Like coffee that has accidentally had salt added to it: everything seems the same, but the taste is no longer the same. And only moments remain - winter in Madrid, frozen fingers, laughter until morning, and someone waiting at the entrance, as if from another time.

There are memories that never grow old - they live inside, like an old film where every frame is familiar to the point of giving you goosebumps. And even though life goes on, somewhere that same theme still plays - about youth, naivety and love, which once could really kill you.