Si Te Vas

Jealousy here sounds like a party on the verge of a fight: the music is pumping, but inside everything is boiling. It's not like love “until death do us part,” but it breaks you as if the world is falling apart. A mixture of pride and resentment turns into a cocktail stronger than tequila - with that very bitterness that burns your throat but makes you pour another. The irony is that “men don't cry,” but to this rhythm, it almost sounds like a confession of strength. A Latin American bolero, but in a street version: beautiful, sharp, and dangerously honest.