LOS CACORROS USAN KLEIMOND

It's like a heated conversation in a noisy bar, where words flow faster than the music can keep up with the beat. Here, there is a scattering of brands and promises, crude humour coexists with street bluntness, and behind the glamour of Dior and Cartier lies an old truth: money has long since learned to speak louder than beauty.

The rhymes joke, fight and embrace at the same time - sometimes teasing, sometimes bragging, sometimes suddenly admitting that without love, this whole glittering display is worthless. The night turns into an attraction where pathos and self-irony ride in the same car, and the drive doesn't slow down even when the words become heavier than the bass.