La llamada

The call doesn’t sound like the rest of El rock de mi pueblo. It has a more urgent air, as if Carlos Vives’ voice were shouting from the other end of a phone that keeps ringing. The song doesn’t stick to the three-and-a-half-minute mark: that final minute, where the percussion grows more insistent and the melody stretches without losing strength, gives it a closure that isn’t rounded or smooth, but like a sigh cut short. It’s no minor detail: in an album where Colombian rock with festive touches predominates, this track stands out with a different attitude, almost like a wake-up call.