SE ME CHISPOTEÓ

A night where the switch has long been broken: the lights flicker, the speakers strain, and the dance floor lives by its own rules. No one here thinks about tomorrow morning - only perreo, heat, and bodies moving as one, while the bass booms somewhere beneath their ribs.

Words fly fast, with irony and fire, like a joke that's hard to understand when you're sober but easy to feel in a smoky room at six in the morning. Everything mixes together: famas, punches, bananas in pyjamas and promises of ‘one more round’ - and in this crazy mishmash, one thing is key: music that won't let you turn off your heart, even if the lights have long since gone out.