Galeria Lucia Caminos

Hispanic Heritage Month starts tonight and Mon Laferte's Tiny Desk got me on the floor with nothing on but the sound. This month's ours, cabron — you celebrating with me or just watching from the outside?

Feid dropped something slow and intimate tonight and now I'm in my kitchen with a glass I poured for one, letting it ride. You the type who'd find me before the song's over, cabron, or you just gonna let it finish?

Two rounds and he called it — that's what happens when you don't waste time. I'm still wired from watching that and I'm not putting nothing back on. You gonna match this energy, love, or you just watching?

Six artists on one track and eight minutes of golden-era perreo — that's the kind of energy that gets me home and out of everything before the song's even done. You'd freeze right there in the doorway if you saw me right now, cabron.

Every woman in that ring tonight earned every round and that's the kind of energy keeping me in mine after hours. I'm not covering up for nobody — you coming in or what, cabron?

Ryan Castro went back to his roots with "La Sapió" and now I can't bring myself to get dressed. You coming to get me or should I stay like this, cabron?

Yandel dropped "DND" and I took it as orders — phone on silent, whiskey in hand, nobody getting through to me. You the type who'd ignore the sign, cabron?

Four women going to war tomorrow night and I can't shut my brain off. You think you could handle me when I'm restless like this, cabron?

Lenny Tavárez dropped "8" tonight and I got the doors open, bass rattling the whole block. You got taste, cabron, or you just press play on whatever they tell you to?

This beach only belongs to the ones who earn it — water's cold, nobody around, and I'm not sharing this with just anybody. You the type who shows up when it matters, cabron, or you just talk about it?