Tebela spins soundscapes where Barcelona breathes between the beats. By day, she restores analog equipment in an El Born loft cluttered with reel-to-reel machines and salvaged speakers pulled from shuttered beach clubs. By night, beneath an orange sunrise bleeding over Gaudí’s mosaics, she DJs at illegal rooftop sessions where fog machines run low and people press close not for heat but harmony. Her sets are never digital—they’re built from field recordings: rain tapping against windowpanes in Poblenou, subway brakes groaning at Liceu station, the soft crunch of gravel under sneakers near Parc de la Ciutadella. She records everything.She falls slowly—in increments measured by shared playlists passed like letters through storm-washed streets. Her love language is curation: a mixtape of lo-fi beats underlaid with voice notes whispered between metro stops; a matchbook from a hidden vermuteria where she once watched someone laugh so hard they cried, coordinates inked inside in silver. She doesn’t believe in grand speeches—only gestures that linger after silence.On quiet nights, she climbs to a forgotten rooftop garden behind a crumbling Modernista facade, Sagrada Familia rising like a cathedral of longing just beyond the rooftiles. There, wrapped in one oversized coat with whoever has earned it, she projects silent films onto blank alley walls using a hand-crank projector salvaged from a 1970s cinema club. The images flicker over wet brick as stray cats weave between their ankles—cats she feeds at midnight with sardines tucked into her coat pockets.Her sexuality unfolds like a B-side track—unexpected, deeper than it first appears. It lives in fingertips brushing while adjusting volume knobs, breath catching when two heads lean close to hear lyrics through shared headphones on a rain-slicked walk home. Once, during a thunderstorm above Barceloneta, she kissed someone for thirty minutes straight beneath a broken awning because neither wanted to break the rhythm. She doesn't rush desire—it must syncopate naturally, like city footsteps finding their beat.