LATIDO DEL VERANO
The heart that beats louder when the sun stays longer.
It starts slow.
A rhythm in your chest,
bare feet in hot sand,
the clink of glass beer bottles
and the first sound of music from a radio left on somewhere behind you.
The air is thick with heat and laughter.
Bodies move like waves,
to music, to each other, to whatever the night promises.
You don’t plan. You just arrive.
And suddenly, the whole street feels like family.
Someone grabs your hand,
you don’t ask where you’re going.
You laugh, you spin, you twist.
Reggaetón on repeat.
Nothing like dancing the night away.
