Mentiroso

Love vows are like New Year's resolutions - beautiful but short-lived. You swear to keep your distance, not give in, be mature and sensible... And then someone comes over “just to visit,” and the whole plan goes out the window. It's no longer reason that speaks, but scent, a cat on the windowsill, and a bad haircut that for some reason you want to kiss.

Here, feelings smell of tobacco and leather, sound like a mixture of Spanish, laughter, and slight hopelessness. Everything is a little careless, slightly vulgar, but lively - like that moment when you realize: yes, I'm in trouble again, it's beautiful again, it will hurt again. And still - damn it, how sweet it is to be wrong.