FINGI DEMENCIA - CUARTETO

There are moments when your heart asks you not to overthink things - just turn off your memory, pretend nothing happened, and dance until you let go. It seems like fun, the rhythm is pumping, but somewhere under your skin lives that very “ay-ay-ay, primo” that sounds sadder than any violin concerto. The photo on the screen ruins everything again, the walls keep the whispers, and the brain heroically pretends to have amnesia. And maybe this is the adult version of love - knowing another person by heart and still being able to pretend that you don't remember a single word.