Una Noche Más

There are bonds that cannot be broken - they simply hide under the blanket of propriety. Everything should already be forgotten, but the body, as luck would have it, keeps the password to memories. And so it is night again, too late for morals and too early for repentance.

The air smells of prohibition and sweet risk. There are no promises, but there is honesty to spare: two people who know perfectly well that it's not worth it, but they don't care. Because they don't miss the past, they miss how they used to lose their heads. After all, there are moments that don't require a future - they just need one more night.