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Santana is sweat, it is eroticism, it is shaking your ass to the relentless rhythm even if you’re at a funeral. The songs float, but remain still, stale, unable to penetrate my heart and soul, where I thought they could reach.
Santana is sweat, it is eroticism, it is shaking your ass to the relentless rhythm even if you’re at a funeral.
The songs float, but remain still, stale, unable to penetrate my heart and soul, where I thought they could reach.
Discover why Borboletta marks a challenging turn in Santana’s career—listen and decide if the jazz fusion intrigues or disappoints you.
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