My first concert

Hello beautiful community.
I want to share with you the wonderful Saturday I lived.
Saturday that I catalog as the best until my days.
I confess that I can hardly feel my feet and my back feels like it's not mine, but no one takes away the reward of having gone to a concert.
For the first time I attended one, and very crowded.

It took place on the Copper Highway of my province, Santiago de Cuba, the place is a little (quite) far from my home, however, this did not diminish the excitement I had.
I am very grateful that it took place this weekend, otherwise I would not have been able to attend.

Missing 4 minutes they put a countdown being this a real torture, that's when you see that those 4 minutes are eternal.

It began with the singing of a young man who lives in the Dominican Republic and has Haitian roots named Cales Louima.
His show was truly speculative, very exciting.
She sang for about half an hour, a funny half hour full of laughter. He even called us aseres (that's what we Cubans usually call ourselves 😆)

He was followed by the band Montesanto, and I must say it was just as amazing. I can define both interventions as ma ra vi llo sas.
If you put them on a scale, they would be balanced.
This last group kept us euphoric, the joy was palpable.
I loved the contrast achieved by the girl in the group, because her voice is that complement that finishes highlighting the masculine tones of the band.

It was an amazing afternoon, there I met classmates that I hadn't seen for a long time, others from the University, even relatives; in the distance I saw an aunt with one of my cousins.

Saturday afternoon went by super fast and it is that when we are having the most fun time passes without us noticing.
When we came to see it was already 09:00pm and we were still with the batteries at 100.
I speak in the plural, because as usual, I went with my brother, he is my travel companion and this time it would be no different.

Nothing, Saturday afternoon made my whole weekend had color, and not only this, but 4 or 5 weekend above.
Joy counts 50 and the remaining % I attribute to tiredness and the energies that I no longer have, my mother and that I have only a few years. Lol

My native language is Spanish, I use the translator Yandex
All photos are my property