Kerja Berat di Nusantara

Wanita Penggoda

Asmara Buta

Shahar

 homenaje con ritmo latino que rescata las historias y enseñanzas de nuestros abuelos. Entre acordes llenos de sabor y nostalgia, celebramos sus raíces, su legado y el amor que trasciende generaciones. ¡Dale play y déjate llevar por el corazón de la tradición!

Si quieres ajustar el tono (más poético, más festivo, más íntimo…) dímelo y lo adaptam

nuestros abuelos

Me and my Guitar

OFF THE GRID DREAMS (feat. Miguel Ângelo Dias)

Sunset in My Heart

Roadtrip Rhythm

Mi ultimo recuerdo

Stripped back and redefined version of single 

Maybe you're the problem - ( Acoustic version )

Не силой строются мосты

“…Hey, is this really a test?”

Sumire traced her finger along the page of her notebook, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah. But even if it’s a ‘test,’ it’s one meant to tell someone something.”

The reply came from Kei, sitting beside her—his voice a little too loud, his laugh a little too easy, but somehow always reassuring.

Today was a pair test at Kyōiku Middle School.
The assignment was simple:

“Talk with your partner and create your first social media post introducing the school or the pair test. Format is up to you.”

Sumire didn’t like being told she was “free.”
Whenever someone said, “You can write anything,”
she found herself unable to write anything at all.

Noticing her hesitation, Kei quietly slid a note between their desks.

“Then I’ll ask the questions. You answer.”

Sumire gave a small nod.

—

“What’s your favorite thing about this school?”

“…That there’s never just one right answer.”

“Then what does the pair test mean to you?”

“…It’s something where—even if I stay quiet—my partner still waits for me.”

“That’s… really beautiful.”

—

Kei began to write their post, just like that:

“At this school, even the quietest students have words inside them.
And finding those words with the person beside you—that’s our kind of test.”

They added a photo of the stationery spread across their desks.
Sumire’s fingertips were just barely visible—
not gripping a pen, but gently resting beside it.

—

[Epilogue]

“…Are we really going to post that?”
Sumire asked, her voice tinged with embarrassment.

Kei grinned.

“Yeah.
Because maybe… it’ll reach someone else’s ‘beside.’”

—

And so, in the quiet corner of the classroom,
this pair, too, let a small light bloom.

A word that bloomed in the corner of the classroom 1

Asmara Buta

Zalys Bertra

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