Ginevra

In the reflection of the shop window, it's not just the sparkle of the watch that shimmers, but rather the confidence that everything is already yours: the streets, the air, even the silence under your skin. The world seems to spin on your wrist, ticking in time with a confident rhythm where success isn't the goal, but the backdrop. In each verse, you can hear the city swallowing doubts and releasing the gleam of bronze, a ringing bass, and a quiet "it's deserved." Prayers were replaced by deals, and the heavens by the panoramic view from the suite balcony. Between the lines, there's either pride or weariness from it. When God is silent, the echo of the engine answers, and it seems like even it whispers, "You're already at the top."