¿Qué Nos Pasó?

Home is an arena where love is served with a side of anger and champagne: screams can be heard behind the wall, laughter somewhere nearby, and passion smells as if danger lurks behind it. Here, angels and demons share the sofa, sex becomes a means of revenge, and the neighbor's ears become an unnecessary judge. Everything sounds loud, as if the night city has decided to eavesdrop on the family drama and applaud it at the same time.

Inside, there is a contradiction: pride and street code intertwine with promises of “I'll build everything for you,” while the truth flickers like a neon sign in the middle of a puddle. The irony is that dreams of luxury coexist with real wounds, and the beat stubbornly reminds us that it is possible to love and destroy at the same time. Harsh, passionate, and desperately human - so much so that you want to both feel sorry and dance to the beat.