Los días que vendrán

There is a special tenderness in farewells - like the light of a candle that flickers but still gives warmth. When nothing can be held on to anymore, at least there is something left to preserve: the smell of coffee, the softness of a voice, that moment that happened right after happiness. Memory becomes a repository of eternity, albeit tiny, like a grain of sand under the eyelids.

The song plays quietly, almost like a breath between words. There is no drama in it - only acceptance that all living things must say goodbye one day. But it does so beautifully: with warmth, with the April moon in your pocket and a last sip of champagne to remember that it was good.