Diablita (feat. Anuel AA & Baby Rasta)

The heat of the night, where desire speaks louder than politeness: words leap about, as if it is not meaning that matters, but the very energy of touch. Here, it's all about ‘now and immediately’ - a jump, a bite, a cry of pleasure, and a light-hearted, slightly crude joke about fidelity, as if love were posted on Stories and already liked. The irony is that intimacy is presented with the pathos of a ship's captain and an advertisement for Cazal glasses - luxury alongside lust, as if sex and brands were on a schedule.

Behind this loud self-confidence, vulnerability shines through: an empty bed, a call from an ex, promises ‘for life’ and a bouquet of violets for the door. Bravado mixes with longing - and the result is a strange, warm mixture: both dangerous and homely. The whole story smells of smoke, Amsterdam hints and morning fatigue, reminding us that even the loudest nights eventually end with dawn.