After being disqualified by experts, I decided that, in order to create this album, I would need to open a channel of communication through my infamous oneiric method with the participation of the beyond. Nowadays, with things as they are, you have to play very dirty to surprise the public.

In my dream it was night and I was walking—pretty and chaste like flour—near a soda fountain, asking myself: how can I stop the cat’s blow? Will I ever hydrate my hair? Why the cold belly? And... !!¿¿what’s this filthy pig-jogging???!!!