Many times we forget the good moments

These days I've been melancholic, I've been listening to a lot of music from my mother's repertoire from years ago, when her children were very young, some of us still infants.... Of course, my mother was younger too.

Today the passage of time is felt, it is too much, sometimes it even seems that it weighs. My mother's illness has made us fight among us, instead of uniting us to make everything easier for the common good, it has distanced us, not all of us, but we are still trying each one in his own way to do what he considers best and what is within his reach.

At home when my mother was at the helm, music was very present. I am very happy that my mother introduced me to some really beautiful music.

I was looking for a special song but so far I haven't found it, while I was tidying up the house a bit I put a single of one of my mom's favorite singers.... Suddenly, Youtube recommended me a song that had nothing to do, a Dominican merengue, well, if I was listening to Venezuelan music of harp, cuatro and maracas.

Wow, what an exquisite merengazo, although I did not remember it existed, so much that I heard it in my childhood, it would not have occurred to me to look for it, but it found me. It made me remember those celebrations at home when my brothers used to have parties, they invited a lot of neighbors and danced, they were pleasant and happy moments.

I have listened to this song today about 30 times, without exaggerating, it's just that when I get stuck with a song I almost can't stop...

It's a song for a moving dance but subtle at the same time, with romantic lyrics, interpreted with sweetness and dedication.

A Saturday of memories, maybe I'll have a couple of beers and toast to the good times. I'm not celebrating, I'm just living despite the odds.