PROVENZA

It sounds like a conversation that could easily end with ‘okay, I'm coming out, wait for me.’ A little cheeky, a little lazy, with a hint of provocation - and all to a beat that seems tailor-made for night streets, the smell of sweet smoke, and endless ‘what could possibly go wrong?’ There's a sense of playfulness in every word: it seems serious, but in reality, everyone knows that tomorrow it will just be another story for friends in the morning.

The music here is like soda with rum - light, but with character. It makes you want to go back to those days when the main decisions were ‘whose speaker to take’ and ‘which track to play next.’ And then everything else follows: reggaeton, a few glances, a couple of random confessions, and it's already clear that the old sparks remember the way back perfectly.