Todo cambia

A drunken memory where faces, phrases, and notes become jumbled. It's as if everything has already happened – the champagne, the dancing, and that slight dizziness when it feels like life can start over again. But then a strange feeling surfaces: it's like we're together, yet each of us is dancing to their own track, and the rhythm just happened to coincide. There's something brutally honest about not looking for meaning, not wanting a continuation or explanations. You just let the night be the night, and yourself a little unrecognisable. Everything will change, of course. As always. But for a couple of verses, it feels like you could stay in this interplay of light and sound until the words melt away into the air.