Take a moment. Imagine you're walking the bohemian streets of Buenos Aires.
Probably you went to a club, have some drinks, enjoy the late meeting with Argentinian friends. We use to hang out until 6 or 7 a.m. Maybe is our use, maybe there is something magical in the lost southern city of the globe. Time flies. Time really makes a shift that can allows us to meet with the beating of a misty moon.
While you walk, you can see some Tango musicians playing in the street. You will love them. The whole atmosphere breaths at the pace of the yellow tender lights.
You can scent the moist of the trace of lots of people laughing, chating, making yourself feel at home.
What else can you know?
You climb to the dawn, dreaming with a kiss under a "farolito", the smooth lights in the streets of Buenos Aires.
The sound of the Tango remains in your head. You dream with a kiss, a perfect kiss that makes you wake up, and make you wish to get those nights as a new conquered land, forever.