yesterday's wine and dogs

I have a hangover a little.
We drank some cheap wine yesterday evening.
We danced some funny folcloric dance. In a PENA, the local parties.
We had a man with a red head, no sorry, red hat, showing postcards from his friends around the world
We are in Amaicha, pachamama, mountains, hippies, sunshine.
The best climate in the world.
The best camping.
German girl living here for 3 years - with an extreme blond child.
A portena pregnant amd decorating.
Horses, dogs, cats, and other unknown animals.
Dogs are like people, people are like dogs - everybody is nice.
I have felt this before
there is something here in this continent
the smiles, the many  non asfalt roads, the natural materials, the dogs which have the colours of the houses, the dogs which dance the zamba with you, the dogs which accompany you all the time on your walk., the dogs with whom you share your meals always...
the hills, the clouds which get stuck on their tops, so it never rains here in this valley...
I have felt this before, there are endles reasons
why german and austrian girls have an exodus
why the french guys break their hearts in all the corners of the continet
I have felt it before that i could fall in love with here
that maybe one day you wake up and see
old friends, old walls, well known furniture
you have the argentinian accent
and you suddenly realize you just cannot return back
to that beton jungle, to those separated overcivilised and shining clean souls running around, to those too many languages and cultures in one place which is called europe.
maybe one day you just cant.