José is leaning in the handrail of his balcony, looking at the beautiful city lights. The night is hot, and the summer breeze caresses his face. He hums to a catching latin song he heard in the radio:

'Y yo llegué a tu casa temblando de miedo Y te pedí el perdón que yo nunca concedo Te confesé que no conseguí reemplazarte Y te dejé en tu alcoba después de besarte'