For many years in my very experienced youth I used to enjoy going to nearby local vintage old bars.
I just loved sitting back and observing, admiring every old couple that danced and shared genuine passionate conversations like two teenagers in the 60's. But it was 2010 - 2020's and they were 50 years older.
And it was ok.
Someone would turn the jukebox on old romantic slow music - and they'd just dance tight together and dream away all night on, travelling within' the imagination and memories of their youth.
They would cherish kisses and gentle - naive - loveful looks.
Some couples pretending to meet the other one like it was the first time - and just feeling the music.
And right there I realised: No matter how old, wounded, hurt or broken life has got you - it is always possible to dream again.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet whispers to the dead and the living.
ContoChronicles and reflections over the antagonism of life. How acid, bitter, yet how genuine and sweet it might be. Insights of an old soul. This is me, nice to meet you. I believe you'll meet yourself somewhere along these stories too.
