I decided not to return to Bogotá inasmuch as possible, at least, for a very long time.
The streets reminded of Amelia. She was projected into the music of its bars; singing and acting out, with her unique style, as if she were the performing star. The aromas in the streets, they made me think about that exquisite fragrance suspended in the air, when we sat so close together talking that night.
How long ago was that?
Too much, I’d say…