Piel de Cordero

A nite that started as a coincidence but ended up being something I can't get out of my head. The air is filled with smoke, alcohol, and a hint of salt from someone else's skin. In the morning, there's emptiness and that awful feeling when it seems like everything ended correctly, but not in the right place. The warmth still lingers on your lips, but inside there's ice that won't melt with any new encounter. There are couples whose passion is like a fire in a trash can: hot, dirty, and somehow attractive. It's something like this. Rudeness and tenderness go hand in hand, "the wolf and the lamb" in the same bed, where love has long given way to the habit of getting burned. And yet - it's remembered. Even if he swore he wouldn't come back.