project tu culo

It's as if someone is quietly whispering their thoughts into a pillow, not expecting to be heard, but hoping nonetheless. Half-formed phrases, repetitions, as if stuck in the throat - and that “mi ángel,” like a splinter in the tongue. This isn't just about love. It's about that feeling when you already know that someone is gone, but inside you're still checking in: what if they remember? What if they miss you? And even if there's no answer, the track carefully leaves room for hope. Even if it hardly warms you anymore.