Malabares

Love here is not in cinematic confessions, but in the breath between words. In the silence, where seconds suddenly decide to stop - out of respect for the moment. Everything around seems to melt slightly: the air thickens, the skin remembers, the heart rushes to outrun itself.

She is like summer after a storm: a little dangerous, a little salty, but impossibly alive. He is that rare case when luck did not pass by, but lingered over coffee. Together, they are a small conspiracy against boredom, where feelings shoot without warning and fears quietly hide behind the curtain.

And if life really is like a rose - with thorns, poison, and fragrance - then this song is about that rare evening when a rose blooms right in the palm of your hand and no one gets hurt.