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| Absinthe, the drink of the damned poets |
Never in my life tasted anything close to one drug (except alcohol). That summer night there was a full moon lit our way but this clearly, as would a flashlight. My friend looked like a ghost, with his thin white face and blue eyes ... was a ghost, but her red lips that I guided by public garden filled with pine trees.
Finally, in a clearing, we extended a blanket, like a picnic and someone took a bottle of absinthe to see if that Mexican macho dare. I must confess that when he saw the blue-green color of the outside I was afraid. Knew it was not one of those drinks I had to make for economy in my twenties when he bought a charanda plastic bottle for 20 pesos (1 euro). Nor was it a bottle of Absolut "pirate. That was something different. Security was a drink that I was going to hit hard. And these thoughts that came into my mind were the result of an analysis, came from the expectant eyes of my Czech friends, who expected to see my reaction to take that legendary brandy.
But I took mental strength and shouted "Viva Mexico!" before taking my hands shaking a glass of absinthe Jiri - one of the young Czechs - I spread. As I had to slow my mouth, I could see in the darkness, eyes of blue, yellow, green of my "prateli" Czechs. And the lips of my beautiful friends that I still remember every day of my life.
When I felt the drink absinthe in my neck and then on my chest, as if a line of fire came on and I saw my hands shaking, and escuhé all clear, for example the beating of her heart, my Czech friend Krasna , and myself. And my eyes have seen the faces of those friends spectral Slavs and my nose smelled damp pine Moravia, and my skin feel transpararente it.
Seeing the effects of absinthe in my person, my friends smiled excalamando Moravians "nasdravie" while Gambrinus beers raised above their heads. And I, without balancing between, watching a moon-shaped smile that said "Enjoy, live! ... While I was expecting a kiss, a fire that shot ... a moment on forever ... the mouth she said something in Czech, a foreign language, I could not understand, but my heart accelerated decoding for the rhythm of any song that I understand, I pulled her back and who would lead the child I was to say "hello" smiling there in the middle of a public garden, a summer night in 2002, surrounded by ghosts and the wet side of Czech prateli Krasna, in a small town Moravia, Czech Republic ....
Lipnik nad Bečvou
Incredibly, you can get Absinto (Wormwood) in Tijana, Mexico (although it is prohibited), as explanations blog " Absinthe Czech "
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| This is the Czech Republic's foreign, sold in Tijuana, Mexico |
