Amor Prestado

Love here smells like the morning chill and strangers' door keys. This is a story about those who stay for only a few hours - to warm up, to forget, to feel like they belong for a moment, and then disappear again into someone else's life. The night stretches out like a thin thread, and dawn cuts it off with a single movement.

The words sound soft and bitter at the same time, like a whisper on the verge of confession and farewell. Every touch is temporary, every glance is stolen. And the more you want to hold on, the clearer it becomes: all this is “prestado” - given for a time, but experienced seriously.