Tú Me Dejaste De Querer

When love leaves, it doesn't slam the door - it just stops responding to messages. And not even because it's angry, but because it suddenly becomes... indifferent. A slight itch remains in the chest, as if you've put on a jacket that doesn't fit: it's tight, but you're afraid to take it off. And life is bustling around you - with castanets, shouts of “¡dale!” and a falsely cheerful rhythm that tries to hide a simple truth: pain can dance too.

And everything seems to sound like a celebration - palm trees, sweaty glasses, glitter on cheeks. But behind every “toma que toma” there is a stubborn echo of unspoken words. Once upon a time, it was thought that feelings could be kept under control, but it turned out that even the most self-confident heartbreaker sooner or later catches himself simply wanting to be loved again.