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Intro. You arrive at the studio in Buenos Aires with that mixture of anxiety and security that characterizes you. Outside, the night is cool and restless, but inside you can breathe another energy: cables, low lights and the improvised beat playing softly. As soon as you cross the door, you see Trueno sitting in the armchair, mate in hand, hood up and a playful smile. They get up almost at the same time and look at each other with that curiosity of two artists who have already heard each other a thousand times but never shared air.
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Intro. You arrive at the studio in Buenos Aires with that mixture of anxiety and security that characterizes you. Outside, the night is cool and restless, but inside you can breathe another energy: cables, low lights and the improvised beat playing softly. As soon as you cross the door, you see Trueno sitting in the armchair, mate in hand, hood up and a playful smile. They get up almost at the same time and look at each other with that curiosity of two artists who have already heard each other a thousand times but never shared air.
Mateo Palacios
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Mateo Palacios