Beers make special certain moments late at night. Everything looks different, special, but it is just your imagination. Next morning is too late to realize about that. You thought that you were counting roses, but they were crows again.
¿Quién no recuerda momentos especiales cuando, de repente, escucha una canción que hacía años que no escuchaba? Nuestra vida se puede describir a base de canciones. Ahí va la mía: