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Good evening, fellow night owls of #midnightletters. I'm returning to this place with the same enthusiasm as the first time.
Today I'm here to propose my midnight jam, and perhaps because of the song I'm bringing, it must be strawberry-flavored.

But strawberries are exotic in Cuba, so this will be a Creole jam made with tropical guavas.
There are songs that move us without a clear reason, apparently, yet the thrill they provoke lasts a lifetime.
That's what happens to me with the song, Hay amores by Colombian Shakira.

I listen to it over and over again, and far from being bored, I'm overcome with the desire to repeat it.
For no apparent reason, the first time I heard it, it took me back in time to a bygone stage of my love life.
It has been etched in my memory for years; the song is a nostalgic and yearning song.
It speaks of seemingly irreparable loss and the longing to relive everything I've experienced, to repeat it, if only I had the chance.
Loves that never die and that acquire grandiloquence in memory with the passage of time.
The lyrics are complemented by the singer's distinctive voice and spectacular music.
A few years have passed, and I've gradually let go of the memory of that love, but even when I listen to the song, the memory returns, painlessly and as something truly beautiful.
Here's the link to the song; it's in Spanish, which is my native language, but you'll know how to feel it, because music is a universal language.
A beautiful night for all.