La Vuelta

The song is like that same party where you came “just for an hour” and left in the morning with smudged lipstick, a new story and tostada crumbs on your dress.

Here everything is as it should be: the street is on fire, the air is tight like a thong on the dance floor, he is confident and loud, she is the one who suéltate el pelo and “disco, please, no questions asked.” Relationship? Yes, they were. Now - we turned off the brakes, put the track on repeat and went around until the night ran out (or the taxi had gas).

This is not about love. It's about chemistry that smells like Valentino and burns like Chapulin-colored eyes. And it’s unlikely to be forever - but it’s definitely hasta que amanezca.