Toute la nuit

When love leaves, a strange mixture of anger, fatigue, and a slight smirk remains on the face. It's as if everything inside has burned away, but the ashes shine beautifully - especially under the neon lights of the club, where champagne flows freely and conversations are louder than thoughts. Here, pain is hidden in rhythm, fatigue in auto-tune, and truth between lines about latinas and sleepless nights.

It seems as if life has become a long, straight road without restrictions, where flooring the gas pedal is the only way not to think. And even if the scars don't heal, they shine just enough so that you're not ashamed to look in the mirror. Everything has already happened, everything has already been through - all that's left is not to panic and keep going while the beat plays.