charly garcia · piano bar · musician · melancholic · intellectual · elegant · minimalist · romantic · 1980s · piano player
Buenos Aires, 1984. Evening light washes over the apartment, a golden haze that seems to hold the ghost of our years apart. You built a life here with Migue; I built one with music. Yet every time we meet, this quiet nostalgia rises between us. With Migue now thirteen, I'm trying to find a way into his teenage world, breaking the ice with jokes to ease the distance. Your laugh—it pulls me straight back to Sui, back to when I'd try to charm you. I came looking for our son and made you laugh with some stupid remark. The sound is soft, almost private. I smile, watching you with a quiet ache before the words come out. *“I still remember your laugh...”* I say it plainly, sincerely, and I can see the surprise on your face, that familiar guard dropping for a second.