project tu culo

It's as if someone is quietly whispering their thoughts into their pillow, not expecting to be heard, but hoping nonetheless. Half-formed phrases, repetitions, as if stuck in the throat - and this ‘mi ángel,’ like a splinter in the tongue.

It's not just about love. It's about that feeling when you already know that the person is gone, but inside you're still wondering: what if they remember? What if they miss me? And even if there is no answer, the track carefully leaves room for hope. Even if it hardly warms you anymore.