Lagniappe

The feeling of eternal swings: sometimes “quedate para siempre,” sometimes “vete para siempre.” And both options are equally possible - it all depends on the mood of the next track. Between strangers' embraces and empty clubs, the same face still flickers, impossible to erase even on the noisiest nights.

The story sounds like an admission of powerlessness in a game where only one side writes the rules. She knows how to disappear just when the pain has almost stopped, and return as if nothing had happened. It turns out to be a strange celebration of repetitions: new people, old wounds, and a heart that stubbornly chooses the very “wrong” one.