Si Te Vas

Jealousy here sounds like a party on the verge of a fight: the music is pumping, but inside everything is boiling. It's not like love ‘until death do us part,’ but it breaks you as if the world is falling apart. A mixture of pride and resentment turns into a cocktail stronger than tequila - with that very bitterness that burns your throat but makes you pour another. The irony of fate is that ‘men don't cry,’ but to this rhythm it sounds almost like a confession of strength. A Latin American bolero, only in a street version: beautiful, sharp and dangerously honest.