The first time I listened to Rosalía I still didn't know that her songs fly far from being just songs and that they therefore require wide eyes.
So I closed them like I usually do when I listen to music.
I did not expect at all that that voice twisted with half darkness would give me back the graffiti in the nineties arcades of my neighborhood, like arrows indicating dreams of coming out of an invisible labyrinth.
I also did not trust in recovering, for the space of two minutes and twenty-nine seconds, my adolescent sisters esp ...
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