NEXO 04. Tu cuerpo en braille

Sometimes passion is not a feeling, but a natural disaster. Like electricity in the air before a storm: it seems beautiful, but touch it and that's it, you're burned. Here, love does not whisper confessions, but pierces quietly, like a knife from a dream. It heals, it breaks. And while the mind whispers “stop,” the body already reaches back - to where pain merges with delight, and every touch sounds louder than a guitar riff.

It feels as if the moon is dancing somewhere in the background, and a wolf is stirring under the skin - lost, wounded, but still alive. Because even in the darkest rhythms, something stronger than any words sometimes breaks through: a crazy, uncontrollable “I miss you.”