Noches Lindas

Sometimes you just find beautiful nights.

Nights when the air is warm and smooth. Nights when music turns to movements which turns to love, lust and hate. Nights when you can see all emotions: everything beautiful from dolor to amor.

Tonight was a beautiful night. A night filled with conversaciones intimas, new and old friends, musica apasionante, and French cheese and wine.

Tonight started with talks of la economia over smuggled French cheese and wine.

It progressed with un espectaculo alternativo de tango, where no one danced but everyone seemed to, where the instruments came alive, the accordion seducing the violin, the cello dancing melancholy in the corner.

It ended with an enamored couple making out on my doorstep in la madrugada, that shyly moved when I told them that I needed to break up there lovely caresses to enter my house and go to bed.

Tonight was beautiful. It was lovely in the way only another world can be, a world where nothing is understood but everything is felt, a world where you can appreciate the beauty others create, a world where you know you are part of the beauty.

Tonight I felt like part of a beautiful night in Buenos Aires.