QUÉ SOMOS?

Thick smoke in a nightclub, glasses filled with something pink and sweet, music that seems to blend with your breath. Everything around you is playing cat and mouse: who will confuse whom first, who will stay until the end, and who will disappear into the crowd before dawn. Words that seem to clarify things only confuse you more, and even a text message asking “where are you?” sounds like an invitation rather than control.

The rhythm gently pushes you from behind - another dance, another step, another half-step closer. Here, there is both fatigue from endless games and the excitement of continuing them. A warm hint of care through the nighttime turmoil: if you get cold, there will be someone's shoulder. Everything is like teenage correspondence - passion, doubts, funny seriousness - only grown up, with rosé wine instead of soda.