Fuimos Felices Aquí

Sometimes happiness isn't hidden in grand plans, but in the little things that passed by too quickly. Once, everything was "enough" – laughter at breakfast, aimless conversations, glances where explanations weren't needed. Now, all that remains from those days is the habit of fearing that it won't happen again, and a timid hope that perhaps it will. The song sounds like an admission of weariness, but also as a way to prevent memory from falling silent in shame. There's a lot of honesty in it: a little fear, a little laughter at him, a little vulnerability, as if even his voice is shedding its last defence. After all, we were truly happy, and perhaps that's enough.