Cap.II : EUGA DE NIT

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LOKURA

Si Abro Los Ojos No Es Real

C’est La Vie

A shattered confessional—a man unravels his past as a liar, thief, and addict who cloaked emptiness in borrowed facades. Guilt gnaws as he destroys a love he didn’t deserve, suffocated by insecurities until she’s gone, *literally* fading in a hospital’s cold glow. Now he’s a ghost himself, chasing oblivion in highs and lows, haunted by the life he burned. It’s raw, poetic ruin—a dance with regret, where every rhythm hides a wound.

C’est La Vie

Amaia