En La Cuerda Floja

Like the diary of a man balancing between fame and burnout, this track smells of cigarette smoke, late-night conversations and the shadow of fatigue hiding behind a proud ‘I can handle it.’ Each verse is a mixture of victory and retribution, toasts to the past and fear that the future may not come.

There is a feeling of a narrow tightrope: on one side, the spotlight; on the other, an abyss, and every step is taken blindly. Here, pressure turns into rhyme, pain into fuel, and love for one's own into the only reason to continue. Ironic strength, stubborn dignity, a joke on the verge of a foul with death itself - all this sounds like the soundtrack to life on the edge.