~<strong>Enio Pellegrini - Retro inside a Marsian Dome</strong>~<br/><br/>He stood calmly and looked about as the people around him were all little by little adapting to this much softer music than the ravelike beats of before. He slightly smiled and lightly closed his eyes. A couple near him were struggling to keep in sync with each other, two others were mutually clarifying their feetwork in slow motion disregarding the music, yet another pair were hearing their own band playing a different tune in their heads and were moving in a mixture of salsa for the man and merengue for the woman. He didn't need these distractions, the music was worth to be heared unspoiled and he stood imobile and with closed eyes listening to the soft music, an orchestral piece of the 20th century which reminded him su much his home, the Moon. His memories flowed in when his father took him to the telescope of the oxygen facility and they would look at the Earth for hours. It was truly beautiful and no other place compared to it. He had traveled to almost every moon in the system, he had seen all sorts of orbital landscapes, but not a single one compared to the Earth! Its colours and atmospherical whirls, the icecaps of the Arctic and Antarctida, the yellowness of north Afrika, the deep blue of the water in the oceans. His father always told him that it had once contained the green colour of the vegetation and plants and the forrests, but which now were not there, not enough to show up on the telescope at least. And to prove his point he plaied over records of the telescope of times past where such green was magical and enthralling. The music made all of these more vivid and alive and he felt a sense of longing. Also he felt a mixture of other emotions, not entirely friendly ones, which he always dismissed and didn't want to dwell upon.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes again and smiled while his eyes looked at point blank somewhere beyond the wide glass of the dome and onto the Martian landscape outside. He turned slowly and with unhurried steps headed towards the nearest bar. He wanted to sit and his eyes picked an empty stool in the line.