Paraíso

The sun is setting, and the whole world seems to stop demanding anything. No calls, no deadlines, no chats with the eternal "Where are you?". Just the promise of a quiet paradise - not the one with clouds and harps, but an earthly one where you can simply breathe in time with someone's shoulders. Words, passports, and geolocation aren't needed there. A single glance is enough to understand that everything has already been found. Music sounds like a vacation from reality - short, but infinitely desirable. A light flirtation with utopia, where there are no prying eyes or rules, just two people who have decided to erase the rest of the world for at least three minutes and thirty seconds.