Es un Secreto

The words flow slowly here, like smoke from a candle after a midnight dinner, where no one is in a hurry and only time decides everything. This is the music of unhurried desire that teases, envelops, and promises - without loud vows or fireworks. It whispers about skin, secrets, and glances, as if each sound were a light touch that is not yet possible, but will be soon.

Everything is played softly: the rhythm is like barefoot steps, the lyrics are like correspondence that is reread several times before replying. It feels as if passion has ceased to be a storm and has become a prolonged anticipation: “not yet, but definitely.” The slight irony is that it sounds almost innocent, although in reality everything is burning inside, like a lighter in someone else's pocket.