By Zefina Hasani/ There were two things that led me to Ricky Martin's concert last night: the fact that he would sing accompanied by our TKOB symphony orchestra (for which, as well as the RTSH orchestra, I would go to the end of the world to hear him) and the strong nostalgia of the time when he amazed us from the TV screen.
Then when the concert started, I felt from the first second than the end, I would have much more reason not to want to leave that square...
The details embroidered with an artistic mastery (in a perfect symphony) absorbed the mind and soul in the vortex of the whole, so much so that the eye could not stop at any of them in particular, as there was a desire to enjoy the whole situation that was created (the magic that only a perfect production can offer). The rhythm, the energy was supposed to be absent in a concert like this, but the scale, the dynamics of the order of the songs created the crazy curve, which was given life (and the color of the red and black flag) not only by Ricky but also by his band, our orchestra and the conductor of the Italians. They were all together, uniform, smiling, amazing, involved with the wave of emotion that was spreading... setting fire to us, the square, social networks and all of Tirana.