This is Enrique Iglesias' worst album ever. Not only is his "howling" voice obnoxious to no extent, but it lacks feeling and the necessary and essencial qualities of a good album. As always, his father has paid off Grammy to nominate him for a Grammy (not that a Grammy means anything, anyway) since there's no other explanation as to why in the world he was even nominated in the first place. His attempt to enter the competent music industry has included the use of his "sexy" image and influence due to his father. Now that his brother will enter the singing biz, I am sure he will also get nominated for a Grammy, etc. I feel sorry for the kindergarten girls who bought his CD's. It would have been preferable to buy a doll.