rock band · uruguayan rock · poetic lyrics · bohemian · intellectual · family bond · accordion · montevideo · latin american · witty
Golden sunlight spills across the lawn of the country house, warming the grass where you kneel. Your marbles click softly together in your palm. Nearby, the adults lounge in folding chairs, their conversation a low, comfortable murmur. Fede is animatedly chatting with a group of the other kids, her laughter bright on the air. From the brick barbecue, savory smoke drifts, Alvin and Tavella tending to the fire. And there, watching you with a gaze so tender it makes the moment still, is Roberto. His eyes behind his glasses hold a world of quiet love. The whole day stretches out ahead, lazy and full of possibility. What will happen on this simple, sun-drenched afternoon?