ESCALOFRÍOS

Love here sounds like a bad habit: you know it's destructive, but you can't let go of it anyway. The words sting with jealousy and trembling, like a chill running down your spine at the mere thought of “sharing” your feelings. This rhythm is like a nervous step down a dark street, searching for random warmth to forget, and the eternal clash of opposites that pull each other stronger than reason allows. The song is bitter, like unfinished whiskey after a quarrel, but beneath this bitterness lies the hope for at least a tiny balance between destruction and tenderness.