Tu Boda

A storm of emotions in a slow dance on the edge of sleep and madness. Every word sounds like an oath made in the cold wind, where love and jealousy mix with the smell of incense and blood. The scene seems frozen between the altar and hell: a white dress, red stains, a hundred guests - and no one can look away.

There is no place for tenderness here - only a stubborn desire to dance to the end, even if the music leads straight into the abyss. Everything is on the verge of breaking: the pulse beats too fast, breathing falters, memories flash like old flashes on photographic film. And yet, beneath this frenzy, there is a strange warmth: the recognition that love did not save, but became a story worthy of a final toast.