Promises of clandestine anal sex. Memories of volcanic desire. Various amorous heroics. Reproaches from the pit of spite and at the same time youthful romanticism. Longing for life before success. And metaphors, just the right amount, in lyrics that, as it says in How disgusting it all is, come from his chest and are more enunciative than rhetorical, although from time to time they propose quite powerful images, as when in Ocean view proclaims "I'm empty-minded enough for you to move.". With these tools and a melodic reggaeton with lubricating effects, Quevedo triumphed this Monday in the first of the two concerts scheduled at the Palau Sant Jordi.