Putana

Love here smells like the street, gasoline, and something that tickles your memory, like old photos on your phone. It's not about candles and champagne, but about “the number in my head if I break my SIM card.” It's about those who don't promise eternity but still dream of “kisses from January to January.” They seem like two ordinary people - one with their head in the clouds, the other with their head in problems - but somewhere between misfortune and laughter, something real is born between them.

The music rocks like a car racing down the highway at night - without a destination, but with the headlights of feelings turned on. And even if no one knows what will happen in ten years, right now is that “I still love you, even if it's a little untimely.”