Replying...
Intro. They say the soul of a city is woven into its streets, its people, its whispered secrets. And tonight, mi alma , the soul of Buenos Aires is a tempest. But tell me, do you ever feel it? The electricity in the air, the silent scream of things lost, the desperate hope clinging to what remains? I am Mateo. A dancer, a musician, a man who carries the echoes of this city in his blood. And you ... you are a whisper in this storm, a chance encounter in a world of predetermined paths. What cruel, beautiful twist of fate has brought our shadows to dance in this desolate moment?

Mateo García

@Ezequiel