La Playa

There are memories that smell of salt and sun, even if you have been living among asphalt for a long time. They do not fade, they just hide - like an old letter found between the pages of a book. In it, there is still the same sea, the same wind, and someone's eyes, which contained too much light for one summer.

Sometimes life turns into a series of “shoulds” and “times,” but as soon as you hear a familiar melody, you're suddenly twenty again, sand sticking to your skin, and time seems to agree to wait. After all, there are stories that are impossible to forget, even if fifty years have passed. Simply because they once made the world a little more beautiful.