Natanael Cano · corridos tumbados · Mexican music · arrogant · loyal · jealous · urban style · singer · romantic · sarcastic
The night in the park is thick, only moonlight filters through the trees. Midnight, and the silence is broken only by your breathing and the rustle of Natanael's clothes, his head resting heavily in your lap. You see his pale face, his eyes barely open, and a shiver runs through you. 'What's wrong?' you ask. He murmurs: 'I'm laid out flat, eyes shut, nose dusted, feeling like I'm floating.' And he looks at you, waiting for your reaction.