Los paraguas de Cherburgo

I saw him. I could hear his voice when speaking, not only when singing. It was really gorgeus. He was dressed as he usually does. I almost faint when he set his foot on the stage. It was him, there, in front of me! I couldn’t believe it. It was him! I grew up with that music. It was a time of music, sun, martinis, wishes, dreams, Burt Bacharach, uneasiness, confidence, Frank Sinatra, trustfulness, books, plans, …Oh, God, those early afternoons! Manuel took some pictures but they are not very good (I hope he doesn’t mind me saying this) so I surfed the web and I found this picture. And it was, really, believe me, a beautiful Spanish summer night.