Latha na samna

I promised never again, but I guess never is a too long word for me….

The ideal night, good friends, good music, good booze…


Mike Hammer and the Taxi Drivers, a splendid group to hear, one that would make your hairs stand, a warm voice on a cold night. Blues, soul, funky… all that I love. And booze. Let’s not forget the booze.

A perpetual smirk on my face. A dangerous smile that says “Fuck off. This is my night, no one elses’”. Cold, rain and laughers. The kind I thought I’ve forgotten but no… they were there..

A perpetual smirk, a smile on my face. I am happy. So happy that nothing else matters. Only me, in an epicurean and selfish way. Let they come, and I’ll show them the way to decadence. I loved it. Even if it was just for one night. But for one night… I was me. No artifices, no masks, no pretensions. Just me.

I never felt so alive. So if you want to judge me… go on, I don’t care at all.

Latha na samna.


I dare you to answer.





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