Los Afortunados

The world holds its breath in anticipation, like before a breath at a concert, when the first note hasn't been played yet, but it's already clear something is about to happen. Everything inside vibrates in unison with this feeling: as if my heart remembered why it beats in the first place. The song is not about suffering or faith, but a quiet acceptance of fate, where even pain becomes part of some kind of bright miracle. Each word sounds like an admission without an addressee: just a shout from the crowd that suddenly turns into a song. It embraces, comforts, stings a little, and leaves a strange feeling, as if someone has lifted a weight from your shoulders but didn't ask permission. And while everything around watches, judges, saves, and lies, one simple feeling remains inside: to wait, because it seems you were born for such a meeting.