En Tus Sueños

Love here is more like addiction: like a shadow, like a tremor, like a smell that cannot be aired out of a room. It seems that the connection has been severed, but a photo flashes on the phone, the voice “levántese” sounds in the head, and even in a dream someone returns again. The lines stretch out with sticky longing, where resentment coexists with tenderness, and the desire to “erase everything” turns into an even greater immersion in memory. Music holds on, like that very problem that cannot be solved - you can only dance with it.