You just returned home from work. You had a taught day. You sit on the couch, putting a drink to yourself and start smoking. Too quiet for a Friday. A little bit of music may change this misery you are into. You open the radio and you hear music, old music. There is something exotic. You bring pictures on your mind from beaches with palm trees, tiki statues and small houses with leaves of palm trees on the roof. Seas with blue-green water. But you are alone, so what’s the point? Then as the music is getting more jazz up, you decide to go out. You put something comfortable, and you go to the first bar you find. You get inside, people laugh hard, cocktails and the music. It’s the same tempo that you were listening at your place while you were drowned by an ocean of books and smoke. Mambo, afro-latin, jazz, the old good stuff! Suddenly you start smiling and then you look at the corner of the bar and you see her sitting. You take a deep breath and you go talk to her…
