Just came in from a delightful night in which I was celebrating alongside my sister and some friends the birthday of my beloved cousin. I felt like writing in english just because I wanted.
The night that just passed by was filled with some good liquor and some laughs. Old memories, times of better days, came to my mind. The lips of some known female became even more familiar to me. In some strange way I could say that I had a Hank-Moodian night; I'm so proud of myself!. Is that a sad statement?
Spending this kind of a night in Medellín is special. There is something about the "paisa" nights that enchants you. It could be the women, the hospitality of the people or who knows what strange thing that makes it so special to live a night where you drink some shots or beers with your closest friends.
I should say that the enchanting melodie of Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong could've had something to do with the fact that I'm making this entry in english. But, if you really want to know, there's no specific reason to point out this anglosaxon excercise. Maybe I just wanted to remember that I had a second language, or could it be the primary language in my life?
"Never tell your problems to anyone... 20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them."
Lou Holtz
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