The meeting
Una noche, que mi querido Paisano y yo teníamos libre, decidimos celebrar tan inusual hecho tomándonos unas copas en mi casa. Nuestra intención era meternos entre pecho y espalda un par (o tres) copas antes de salir por los bares de moda. Pero al llegar a casa nos encontramos con mi casero y Hanka, mi flatmate de la República Checa (aprovecho este momento para desearle suerte a Héctor, que el Pachón me ha contado que ya se ha mudado a Praga), y el plan previsto cambió por completo. Copas, risas y música en directo que hicieron aquella noche especial. Mi querido Paisano acabó prometiéndole a Bryan que escribiría una review sobre su música. Bryan acabó prometiéndole a mi querido Paisano que escribiría una canción sobre aquella noche. Ambos han cumplido su promesa.
Esta es la transcripción literal de lo que hizo Bryan. Si bien no es una canción (lo cual ha enojado bastante a Hanka, a mi querido Paisano y a mi), sirve para hacerse una idea de lo pasó en aquel encuentro.
The Meeting
The evening wasn’t planned. It was a spontaneous affair with a flair. As I was chatting with Hanka, a roommate from the Czech Republic, about a bag of couscous that was given to me by a Morrocan shop-owner, who is on my mail route. I asked her if she was familiar with or, had ever eaten coucous. And she had, and that lead to the various ways you can prepare it.
In the middle of the conversation enter Javier, my other roommate and his good friend Alberto. Both are from Spain and they met while attending the University of Salamanca. This is where it gets interesting, as the mixture is complete for the rest of the evening. Introductions are being made, as we now know each others names. The excitement and energy is being radiated. Javier and Alberto jump into the conversation as if plunging into a pool in the middle of summer.
Alberto being somewhat gregarious, funny and outgoing shifted the
Evening to another level. This is my impression of him. His personality added the extra that’s necessary for a good time, although everything and everyone is key for balance in the end.
It was a jazz improvisation for me, Brian. I am a musician, so I will use this analogy freely. The musical idea; a conversation over couscous developed into chitter chatter about rice, spaghetti and potatoes. Which would you choose if you had to choose one to eat for the rest of your life Mmmm……….?
There was wine, whiskey, snacks, live music, and much laughter. This
Is life, or maybe a celebration of life?
Finally, there was a question if a song had been agreed upon or these
words. Well, I can only answer in this way. Ethier the words come first, the music or both in rare situations.
On this occasion,guess what.
Comentario:
words and more words