Leonardo and Yadira no longer believed in love. Memories tainted by past failures fueled pure skepticism. They were reluctant to love, but extremely devoted to the occult. Neither of them knew about the other until Osiris, with his smile and flashes of a medium, invited them to a ceremony in which no one should carry commitments. Only a heart open to the command of the sorcerer.

They accepted without asking. And there, around the circle on the ground, something snapped. Their faces were lifted by an invisible finger to make their gazes cross. Everything indicated that they were being dragged along by the same thread. There was no introduction, just an acknowledgment.

Friendship was the first to appear. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, they walked around letting the breeze release worry weights, and they shared stories like someone who opens forbidden books. All of that leads to the inevitable: the can. That instant when the lips met like fire and gunpowder. An explosion that created a new universe, a galaxy just for them.

That can cause the curtain to slide, showing in the first act a canned, robust love, a love that encloses what should not be escaped, but at the same time, vulnerable for whoever has the key. Since then, they have navigated life with a swing of lights and shadows. Because nothing that looks valuable is exempt from being pursued. And the shadows crept in.

They were subtle at first. Inoculated jealousy. False murmurs that were repeated until they sounded like truths. Canned love creaked under the pressure. But he wouldn't give in.

That love was born of the forbidden and the divine. But the shadows of rancor could not bear a link carved with the blessing of the eternal sculptor. In their detestable mission, they caused cracks to seep in and make the beautiful succumb. They altered the truth, sowed gnawing suspicions, sharp silences, all destined to tear apart the purest of that love.

But love resisted. And every can, a rumbling drum beat, a reminder that what they had sealed could not be destroyed.

However, something else began to take shape. Because what is not broken is transformed. Leonardo and Yadira loved each other with the fierceness of a tsunami, with the violence of a storm in the Atlantic. And sometimes, in the early mornings, they could feel that they were not alone. That the shadow that sought to separate them was no longer outside, but inside, feeding on his fire.

No one knows what happens when a canned love is opened. If the passion is released intact or if the shadows manage to escape with it. The truth is that Leonardo and Yadira did not stop kissing; they did not stop sealing their fate with lips that invoked the end of the world. And in every can, there was an echo, a sigh that was not from them.

The shadows are still lurking, but perhaps what unites them is not only love.