Burns Night

The Burns night was another excuse for myself meet with friends, Today the meeting was in Mike's house to taste the unaccepted vegetarian typical Haggis. Without the real Haggis and the whisky I kept into the poetry. The room was full of brilliant reciters of poetry, to what I opened all my ears. I was just ashamed for not store any Portuguese poem in my memory. This evening the princesses did not come, because of late time of the diner.