La Nuova Stella Di Broadway

The neon melts in the morning light, and the coffee smells almost like nostalgia. A man with an idea in his head and a woman dancing as if the entire universe is at stake. Between them is the rhythm of the city, the click of heels, and a generous dose of illusions, because in New York, even loneliness glows like an advertisement on Times Square. Every movement is like a frame from an old musical, where Fred Astaire is still twirling in the rain, and happiness is the moment someone looks at you and sees not just a body, but a star. And even if the morning brings a storm and an empty bed, the feeling remains that love is just a gamble, but sometimes it still wins.