today i just want to run away, escape, disappear - non be.
take a break from life.
Freedom is the most important thing.
Friday, 16 October 2009
Thursday, 15 October 2009
The behaviour of fogg
I love the mood of fogg, especially in forests. This was a very special day at a very special place.
The fog gave a feeling of magic, it was dense and I could feel it in my body, in my mind and in my soul. I could breath the Fogg, and with that a feeling I was feeding on some kind of especial, magic energy.
The Fog was all around, nothing could escape it. It surrounded, penetrated everything, it had no obstacles - in its pure, subtle and delicated form it revealed all its power - in a passive, slow, subtle way it crossed body and soul of everything existing in that forest - with no effort, no resistance.
In that day, it haded to its evergrowing memory also the flavour of me, the memory of my soul and toughts.
The fogg is ever changing, it became something diferent after it crossed my soul that day, it became a part of me, and that it will carry me in way forever to so may other living things.
Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Happy - Mazzy Star
Field of light
They hold me inside
Count my stars
Theyre all lucky in the sky
Theres a time
When you go off the light
And all my things look like someone elses memories
Cold outside
Burns a great big hole in my heart
I just wait till youre happy
And your smile makes it bright
It makes it bright
Sleep inside
Ocean has miles
It shimmers and it glows
For some people
I know it shines
I know it shines
Stay inside
Dont the colors make you blind
They hold me inside
Count my stars
Let them shine
I know they shine
They hold me inside
Count my stars
Theyre all lucky in the sky
Theres a time
When you go off the light
And all my things look like someone elses memories
Cold outside
Burns a great big hole in my heart
I just wait till youre happy
And your smile makes it bright
It makes it bright
Sleep inside
Ocean has miles
It shimmers and it glows
For some people
I know it shines
I know it shines
Stay inside
Dont the colors make you blind
They hold me inside
Count my stars
Let them shine
I know they shine
Sunday, 11 October 2009
the future of tango
fresh, new, exciting, beautiful,creative and intense - If i could choose and a Tango dance handwritting - this would be pretty much it. She is absolutely. superb!
the set, the music, the mood perfect.
Sometimes there is so much beauty, that you feel you can not take it...
".. Music is well said to be the speech of angels: in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It bring us near to the infinite."
oh, all the heavenly creatures walk tonight casting their tracks in wet cement ground
oh, all the heavenly creatures
walk tonight
casting their tracks
in wet cement ground
their thoughts and pictures
cast forever
oh, all the lasting treasures
grace and beauty lay in pushing myself
i open my heart
under the planets mobile
laying in the soft light
coming through my window
SLOW DANCE- JEREMY JAY - Possibilities, Dreams, Glamour and Loneliness,Joyful Power of Dancing and Fantasies
Favorite track - Slow Dance 2
Album review: this album is sate of mind for Jeremy Jay, filled with Possibilities and above all Dreams. Here, Jay offers a different kind of dream world. These songs are often steeped in Glamour and Loneliness, but they also celebrate the Joyful Power of Dancing and Fantasies.
I to tango to this track.
Album review: this album is sate of mind for Jeremy Jay, filled with Possibilities and above all Dreams. Here, Jay offers a different kind of dream world. These songs are often steeped in Glamour and Loneliness, but they also celebrate the Joyful Power of Dancing and Fantasies.
I to tango to this track.
Thursday, 8 October 2009
A FAINT HEART
The curse of too much self love. I can get no satisfaction. Una infinita tristeza. A sense of incompleteness. Being aware of the problem but not being able to solve it.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Friday, 2 October 2009
You say the most beautiful things
thursday evening, a distressed lesson - annoyed, enfuriated, frustrated, what a waste of time - she romps out of the class and heads home with the most somber impression on her eyes.
All the journey it is only the voice of WHY she can hear, it is only the FACE of WHY she can see. A couple of lonely and peculiar souls try to make contact, but she is not interested. Lets call her Ennui by the way. At that moment Ennui is only interested in inflicting others the same bright light of coldness, indiference and rejection she knows so well this last year - a very tempting frame indeed, one of one wants to get out but fails because it became so addictive.
Finally, almost back - in the sky that bloody bright, cold moon almost in its full power - how nice it would be if the moon failed to appear this evening - if she just missed her appointment, betrayed all us and did not make and appearance tonight.
Back now - first steps in. A feeling of familiarity and boredon, but at the same time a sense of what is invaluable, irreplacable, unique - the gift of unconditional love, the gift of your love.
A sofa, a towel, some tears and your hearth voice,
You say the most beautiful things.
All the journey it is only the voice of WHY she can hear, it is only the FACE of WHY she can see. A couple of lonely and peculiar souls try to make contact, but she is not interested. Lets call her Ennui by the way. At that moment Ennui is only interested in inflicting others the same bright light of coldness, indiference and rejection she knows so well this last year - a very tempting frame indeed, one of one wants to get out but fails because it became so addictive.
Finally, almost back - in the sky that bloody bright, cold moon almost in its full power - how nice it would be if the moon failed to appear this evening - if she just missed her appointment, betrayed all us and did not make and appearance tonight.
Back now - first steps in. A feeling of familiarity and boredon, but at the same time a sense of what is invaluable, irreplacable, unique - the gift of unconditional love, the gift of your love.
A sofa, a towel, some tears and your hearth voice,
You say the most beautiful things.
Thursday, 1 October 2009
TANGO - in my mind
So frequent toughts of dancing, the possibilityes for neweness and discovery seem infinite - and on each single one a new picture, a new feeling,a new sensation, a new story - how fascinating!
a couple of images I would love to inflict on myself:
Tango + Grace Jones
Tango + Symphonie n.7 ( Beth.) or cello suites (Bach)
Tango + Slow Dance 2 ( Jeremy Jay) - very hooked on COLLETTE
Tango + Christopher Kane
a couple of images I would love to inflict on myself:
Tango + Grace Jones
Tango + Symphonie n.7 ( Beth.) or cello suites (Bach)
Tango + Slow Dance 2 ( Jeremy Jay) - very hooked on COLLETTE
Tango + Christopher Kane
Tango - rules and freedom
Tango basic rule - I was told several times: the man leads, the woman follows, the man displays his female dance partner?
Also it was sayed Tango ( should) is a conversation between dance partners - if so and the man only leads that would it not be more a monolog?
Monologs are boring.
Apart from all rules - wish I very willingly would like to put behing - Tango should be reduced to a pure, simple feeling only, and the rule only one: to dance because of the pleasure of dancing.
Less rules, more feeling, more experiment - dance with your mind, dance with your soul.
Also it was sayed Tango ( should) is a conversation between dance partners - if so and the man only leads that would it not be more a monolog?
Monologs are boring.
Apart from all rules - wish I very willingly would like to put behing - Tango should be reduced to a pure, simple feeling only, and the rule only one: to dance because of the pleasure of dancing.
Less rules, more feeling, more experiment - dance with your mind, dance with your soul.
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