Hace Mucho Tiempo

There is a sense of a secret agreement in the air, known only to the two of them. During the day, there are polite smiles and playing “we're just acquaintances,” but at night, there are candid touches, laughter through breathlessness, and that very tension that tears off any masks.

The rhythm is a mixture of impatience and sweet habit: the silence has lasted too long, it gets too hot under the blanket when their eyes meet again. This is the music of stolen moments, when you don't want to talk, but to erase the boundaries between “possible” and “too much.” And the further you go, the less there is left of the game of friendship - only a desire that cannot wait until morning.