Pedro Capгі - Volver A Casa (letra) 【GENUINE - ROUNDUP】

He sat in the cramped bunk, clutching a lukewarm coffee, and looked at a photo tucked into the corner of the mirror. It was grainy—a picture of a sun-drenched porch in Puerto Rico, an old wooden guitar leaning against a wicker chair, and the smell of sea salt almost wafting off the paper.

The lyrics poured out of him like a confession. He didn't want the VIP lounges or the velvet ropes anymore. He wanted his mother’s cooking. He wanted to walk barefoot on the sand without a bodyguard. He wanted to be Mateo again, not the "Artist." Pedro CapГі - Volver A Casa (Letra)

The neon lights of the city blurred into a single, dizzying streak outside the tour bus window. For Mateo, another sold-out show was over, the echoes of thousands of screaming fans still ringing in his ears. To the world, he was living the dream. To himself, he felt like a ghost haunting his own life. He sat in the cramped bunk, clutching a