Aldus

There is a special kind of pride - not in shouting or fighting, but in the way they walk down the street in white trainers through the dust, not tying their Timberlands all the way because that's how it should be.

This track is like a voice passing through the concrete of the neighbourhood and the evening heat. Here, they don't read memoirs, they take stock: who was there from the beginning, and who just came for a quick visit. And now - sorry. It's too late.

Self-confidence here is not a pose, but armour forged from experience. Well, the light ‘presumo sin querer’ is, of course, almost accidental. Almost.