The intensity nourished words in my head. Shortly after the concert I tried to
pass them to paper. But they can never evoke the same sensations. You imagine
that they are not there. Abel reflected much the same feeling.

Not only did they play their songs. They transmitted everything they stand for
like never before. They seemed to vanish in the scenery all the time. But still
they are very much alive. And perhaps they can´t stop writting about it.

Someone asks me if they know how great they are. I don't really think so, and it
does not matter. Tears want to appear. Don Manolo watches the spokesman and
thinks: would he be able to follow ahead without those trips?

They finished with the beggining, Isabella, their first song and with the song
with which they closed so many concerts. But this time they don't seem to want
to go away. Between hugs they disappeared in the dressing room.

The silence of a totally engrossed public was broken. I imagine that
they are not ther, and I don't want that,

The syndrome Migala