Camarada Errante

Life sometimes spins like a possessed Ferris wheel - up, down, up again, until you can no longer understand where the rotation began. And then suddenly - bang. Everything stops because someone enters the frame who makes even the air behave differently. You no longer need to be a hero, break records, or show off - you can just be.

This rhythm has both street roughness and home warmth: the smell of asphalt is replaced by the aroma of jamón, and the heart, accustomed to anxiety, is not afraid of a pause for the first time. Love doesn't sound like a cliché, but like the slang of two people who have their own world and their own government, where tenderness and a little hooliganism replace laws.