Of Love and Folklore (2026)

O Meu Amor do Rancho

A love that can only be felt from behind. When I gaze at my beloved, his eyes are fixed on the young man ahead, and all we ever see of each other is our backs—never our faces. We’re not dancing as one; we’re locked in separate pairs. In this dance, my love has no real presence. I pull him in, yet only his back follows. And it was that back I fell for—his broad, commanding shoulders wrapped in the most stunning costume ever worn, a garment that changes with every role he plays.