ya se que no vendors

I know you won't come back,

todo lo que fue

Everything we have,

el tiempo lo dejo atras

Time leaves them behind...

Colombia's first Bogota, Shakira sat in front of the passionate listeners of her hometown, playing and singing barefoot to the microphone. Her Pies Descalzos album was released on October 6th, which was earlier than Song Ya's. The main focus of the all-Spanish album must be the South American market. Recently, with the help of Sony Colombia's South American Branch, Estefin, the boss of Sony Colombia Records' Latin American Gang, is very optimistic about this album and accompanied it throughout the process.

lo que nos paso

I know the days we spent together are no longer

no repetira jamas

It will not reappear in the future.

mil anos no me alcanzaran

Even if it is a thousand years

para borrarte y olvidar

It's not enough for me to erase you or forget you...

She is now singing the album's title song Estoy Aquí, which is very good on the Spanish music chart. The girl who returned from the United States has a very favorable audience in her hometown. In Colombia, where piracy is rampant, sales data still exceeds Sony Colombia's expectations.

entre fotos y cuandernos

Between the photo and the diary

entre cosas y recuerdos

Between things and memories

que no puedo comprender

I do not understand

estoy enloqueciendome, cambianando

I do not understand

un pie por la cara mia

I became crazy and turned my feet into my face,

esta noche por el dia que

But I can't do anything every day (I don't understand Spanish, the lyrics are translated and copied from cloud music)

After the song was sung, the emotions of the audience were almost out of control. The blood of the South Americans who were lucky by nature was never short of violent factors. They began to play with people like watching football, pushing each other. The crowd rushed towards the stage like dark clouds, rushing towards the military and police defense line that was waiting for.

Estefin frowned and kept gestured to her on the side of the stage, asking her to step down.

"Thank you, I love you, I love Colombia!" Shakira had no choice but to shout a few briefly before going to the scene, "What's wrong?"

"It's too messy here, let's do it, we'll go back to Brazil tomorrow."

Estefin said.

"OK."

She looked at the excited crowd outside sadly, took off the guitar, handed it to her assistant, and went to the backstage to pack up. Colombia is now politically corrupt, economically bad, and violent incidents are endless. This is also the base camp for South American avenues and gambling industries. She loves and hates this hometown.

Halfway through the pack, the police officer came over, but did not talk about security issues. Instead, he asked with a smile on his face, surrounded by his attendants, "Ms. Shakira, can you be honored to invite you to dinner? Just tonight, at the best restaurant in the city."

"Sorry, we're leaving for Brazil."

Estefin had a secretive face to help his singer block his way, "Miss Shakira is very tired."

"Oh, then forget it. I'll come to Bogota again next time I have the chance... I will treat you well." The police officer was a little afraid of him, and continued to harass him narcissistically and left.

"Go away quickly, don't worry about personal belongings, I will let you clean up."

Estefin didn't care about anything else, "This group of thieves who thought they were self-righteous and could not get rid of them. We must stay away from them immediately."

There was so chaos here that the police and gangsters were not separated. The group left in a hurry and set off overnight to Brazil.

Brazil is an outlier in Latin America, speaking Portuguese and economically is also the general of the South American dwarfs. They also have a high acceptance of Spanish songs, and the differences between the two languages ​​are not that great. Shakira's new specialty is also sold very well here, and the local branch specially prepared a celebration party for her.

The southern hemisphere has a pleasant climate in October. On the Invincible Beach in Rio, men wear shorts and girls are all colorful dresses.

Nossa, nossa...

The familiar scumbag's voice came from the trumpet, and everyone danced lightly.

“Is APLUS very popular here too?” Estefin asked.

"In the professional circle, yes," replied the head of the Brazilian branch. "We all like this saliva song from our American counterparts. Miss Shakira, where are you?" He noticed that Shakira was holding the sun hat and drinking soda.

The girl curled her lips and asked, "Is it because the American anthem star took the initiative to sing Portuguese songs?"

"There is this factor, but... don't you think this song is great? It should be a love song he wrote to his wife Mariah Carey? It's so romantic. Miss Carey's father is a black Latino, right?"

The other party answered happily.

"Venezuelans, there is no Portuguese language there." Shakira retorted.

"That's right, who knows, there are not many American singers who are willing to produce Portuguese songs anyway."

The other party continued to say unintentionally, "Oh by the way! I almost forgot, Miss Shakira, you were the heroine of his MV a few years ago, right? Beautiful Girls? What is your impression of him? He hadn't married Mariah Carey yet? In fact, that song has also caused a small trend in Brazil for a while. It's not me that if you took advantage of the popularity of the time, your grades would be better, but unfortunately..."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with it!"

Shakira couldn't stand it anymore, so she took off her hat and dress, exposed the bikini inside, and ran straight into the sea.

"She seems to be a little fatter than when she was during the Beautiful Girls? Mr. Estefin, you have to restrain yourself. It's not popular with fat girls now."

The voice of the annoying branch manager poured into her ears from behind, "Fxxk!" was so angry that she cursed in English that she plunged into the water. She stood up and punched the sea water with her fists.

"Oh by the way, APLUS is coming here to participate in a national live platter song concert in November. How did you arrange it?"

The conversation on the beach continued, Estefin asked.

"He didn't say anything, Ai Se Eu Te Pego's MV was broadcast here simultaneously," the branch manager replied.

"Schedule Shakira behind him to appear? Can it be done? I'll let APLUS introduce her by the way after singing." Estefin had an idea.

"The finale means..."

"I will give you a generous reward. APLUS will definitely not be unhappy. Believe me, I have a good relationship with him." Estefin hinted with him.

"Yo, Dame, I heard you started selling alcohol?"

Brooklyn, Damon Dash's home has more and more visitors this week, all of which are ‘middlemen’ at various bars and nightclubs. “Grey Goose Vodka? The one in the hands of the APLUS album cover?”

"Yes, it's also the one he's holding in his hand in the I Gotta Feeling MV."

Damon Dash smiled and let a black man in, "Who wants it? You?"

"Yes, I'm counting it as me. I asked for the Studio 54 nightclub. They were out of stock. Many customers were asking, you know, those Manhattan girls." The other party replied.

"How much do you want?" Damon Dash smoked and leisurely tore off an A+ wine company's bill of lading.

“One hundred pieces.”

"I will only give you twenty pieces." Damon Dash wrote the numbers and signature, "I will not accept credit."

"Hey, Come on Dame, this number is too far away." The other party reached out while protesting.

"Do you want it?"

Damon Dash took the bill of lading back, "I'm out of stock here, and now this wine is very popular all rice, so you won't know."

"Don't do this, I'm just kidding." The other party snatched the documents from him, "Will you always look for you in the future?"

"This is the case for the time being. When the supply comes, you can contact our New York distributor or go through the sales channel of Seagram to ask."

Damon Dash left another phone number for the other party, "By the way, you guys arrange a show for my brother Jazzy? He is going to send a specialist, can it work?"

"No problem, as long as you continue to give me APLUS wine... I really envy you Dame, you can collect money at home without doing anything."

The other party looked at his home again, "Selling wine is not as profitable as you used to sell it, right? You don't have to go in and out of prison."

"Hey, be careful, I'm helping APLUS." Damon Dash didn't want to hear someone mention the embarrassing past again, and pushed the other party out the door.
Chapter completed!