Sunday 29 April 2007

London Blues



December 2000 was my first Christmas in England and the sound of Salsa still reverberated inside my gourd. The recurrent images were those of my friends drinking aguardiente and staying up until tomorrow; and the dancing and the charanga-pachanga just kept on nagging me, and the memories made a racket at the back of my head. No wonder I saw London like this.

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