Catalina

Somewhere between the heat of the day and the neon of the nite, that very chemistry is born - dangerous, but damn sweet. The music flows like slowly melting ice on the skin, and it's too late to decide who is dependent on whom. No one gets treated here - at most, they trade symptoms for kisses. She's the one called Catalina, he's the guy in a James Bond suit from the local supermarket, but with the same mission confidence. It's all on the edge: a game, a spark, a little theater, and a touch of truth. It sounds like the soundtrack to a movie that isn't playing in theaters - it's just being lived, with a glass in hand and a light feeling that anything is possible today.