Proxima parada: Embajadores
14th of January, late in the night
The doors of the metro open. The typical sound of the escalators going up and down. Look at them and pick the stairs. Clear is the sky, cold is the wind. I hear the beating of my heart. At 3 steps further, 2 iron doors will open and let me into the world of colors.
My fingers softly running on the walls whispering a goodbye.
Steps lead me to the underground. The dear old images, erased and covered by new ones. Though, the smell of cannabis is still there. The dull sounds still reverberate through the walls. The feeling of wonder, harmony and bliss still fills me.
Behind a door, somebody plays on guitar. Loud voices.
A girl smiling at me and making some space to can get in.,
I look at them all, listen and feel their joy of living. The simpleness of being a human.
Pleasure and pain, sorrow, tragedy, ecstasy brought to the limit of existence.
Amazing people. Black deep eyes, sincere smiles, absolute natural beauty and glow, boys and girls, together.
Singing. Expressing every single note through their gestures, emotions, and dance. Eyes telling lots of stories.
Noise. Pleasing noise.
Dialogues. Kisses and warm hugs.
I stay quietly in my corner, observing and falling in love with this world of delight.
People of different ages simply enjoying each other’s company.
A little wine. Some guitars. Some kind hearts. A few voices.
And maybe that could be enough to make your life meaningful.
Last hours of my 22nd year. I am alive, happy, in La Tabacalera, one of the places I carefully gather into my soul, and amongst stranger that in this right moment I feel closer than anybody else.