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London joy,b-day present

22 Aug

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This one is for tango junkies :)

12 Aug

Never, in my entire life, have I seen someone dancing tango like this. As i was saying in a previous post, neotango is not just about the music, it also inspires dancers to be more creative, and improvise moves. I was looking for a nice video for this song to post in my ‘music page’, but this is simply fantastic, and i decided not to post this video just for the great song, but also for the wonderful dance 🙂

What it takes

17 Jun

Patrick Wolf@Colchester Arts Center

9 Mar

Patrick Wolf- I never dreamed of seeing him, and now I feel like i just woke up, and last night was not actually real. I waited for more than an hour in a terrible cold in front of the doors, just to be there in front of him, and see his artistic performance. And it was heavenly! The way he dances, the way he’s so nervous but in the same time so self-confident makes him so original. All those mixed emotions he is experiencing when he’s on stage. He’s more than a normal person, he’s an actor. He goes on the stage and does what he enjoyes the most. You could rarely see him looking at a certain person, or looking in your eyes, but in the same time he communicated with the public. For example, he was complaining that his latex shirt was too tight, and when a guy from the audiance suggested he should take it off, he invided him to do that later, after the show would have finished.

The way he was acting… i found myself sitting in front of a big man, tall, looking very strong, not fragile at all, but in the same time having all those gay gestures, you can’t actually say what he is, if he’s a human, or something else, beyond that. And then i thought of my potaie, the way she would have reacted if she had been there to see that libertine, that fearless creature…
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One of my passions…el tango

7 Feb

See her waters break, rain falling to the sea

23 Jan

Trains to Brazil

6 Jan

Its 1 o clock on a friday morning, I’m trying to keep my back from the wall
The prophets and their bombs have had another success, and i’m wondering why we bother at all
And i think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they remind me of when we were at school
Nothing really mattered when you called out my name, in fact, nothing really mattered at all.

And i think about how long it will take them to blow us away, but i won’t get me down, I’m just thankful to be facing the day, cos days don’t get you far when you’re gone
It’s five o clock on a Friday morning, one hundred telephones shake and ring
And one of them is from someone who knew you…….
And i still think of you on cold winter mornings, darling they’ll still remind me of when we were at school, when they could never have persuaded me that lives like yours
were the hands of these eronious fools

And to those of you who moan your lives through one day to the next, well let them take you next, cos you live and be thankful you’re here, see it could be you tomorrow next year.