YA NO ME HABLES BB

It sounds like a hangover diary after a night of excessive partying. Between the lines, there is resentment over betrayal, jealousy of parties and smoke, and fatigue from endless ‘see you tomorrows.’ Strangers' smiles, phone calls and temptations flash by, but instead of romance, all that remains is an empty bed and a repetitive chorus, like a mantra for those who try to drown their hearts in alcohol and the noise of clubs.

Rough honesty, a bit of self-irony, and that very vulnerability that always hides behind loud music and the phrase ‘ya no me hables’.