Uñas Afiladas

The track sparkles like a party after midnight, where perfumes mix with the scent of palosanto, and the dance floor turns into an arena for little sins. Everything here is on the edge - from claws like jadeite to bold words spoken with a smile and a challenge. The music clings to the body, pulls at the hair, leaves scratches, and does so beautifully, almost ritually. A slight danger, thick flirtation, and that very mood of “I'm here to get up to mischief” - the soundtrack of a night that's better not to talk about in the morning.