unicidades

What made those days better than these days? A friend of mine made me think again why the sun rising touches me so much. Why is it so strange to name a cat a bird? (I do know why, but I like posing the question). I am in love with the book I am reading. Is it the lack of company that hurts? The opposite of quiet must be degenerating anxiety. Is peace of mind the source of all happiness? Maybe the best way to live is leaving. Why do I get dizzy when I am even sitting? I have to write that letter I told him about it a few years ago. Why do parents feel the need to discipline their children in public?

I made a choker and a bracelet last night. A couple of people have told me they're different and beautiful. We'll see what they are going to look like once the whole outfit is ready.

I saw our past backwards, I first saw the most  recent photos Then our history tangled, sunny and  feverish I saw those postcards little by little being built and destroyed somehow My nest is now bro-Dismantled-ken and my wings ashes

The white pearls Fallen on my sleeves with heart still full We parted I take them with me As a memory of you   Haiku: Kokinshu in The Elegance Of A Hedgehog, p. 112 Photo: Keiko at Sunset by Michiko at Michiko Trunk Show, 01/16/2011

It seems like nobody wants Edwin, The Cat. (or should I say I am the only one who wants him?)  In the meantime, he is enjoying his time with me (not so much, I gave him a long bath today and he wasn't pleased about that at all). I am able to observe and see his character now, I am studying him. I haven't had close contact with cats since my teen years. Edwin is so different than Nina and Hummingbird (the two cats I adored while growing up). He likes coffee, he meows in the morning non-stop until I give him treats and some affection, he loves to be on my computer and he naps close to me while I am working on my sewing machine (he didn't like the pink collar I made especially for him, sigh). He loves the dancing room and does this moonwalk sideways walk that I love. When I wash the dishes, he sleeps on my feet. He loves my bedroom and has discovered a new window. He is aggressive sometimes and this is the part I have problems with. I think he's just too young and playfu

I don't think it's too late to write down my goals for 2011. There are only four/five goals and I hope to keep focused and on track. Continue on improving on my tango which encompasses  taking classes, workshops and working on my solo technique such as embellishments and walk. This also includes finding a new dance partner; Develop a line of clothing for tango which is divided into three categories: clothes for milongas, performances, and classes. To attain that I will focus on sewing and sketching; Make extra money and not spend that much unless it's on my tango/sewing education; Stay away from romantic relationships (of any kind) for at least a year, which basically means I will not go out with anybody; Eat better and exercise (eat more, especially veggies) and practice yoga or pilates, this also includes drinking a liter of water a day.

I am happy to say that a glamorous cigar box purse is in my possession at this time. It is the cutest purse I have. Hope to post a photo of it soon.

I created another journal, but now with a different company (it's on typepad). I haven't had time to write that much, but every time I listen to the song Desencuentro I think about writing. Desencuentro or Missed Encounter talks about a recurrent theme in tango music. The pain that results from being deceived by people, by life, by G-d. I first heard the song when I was watching Si Sos Brujo. Si Sos Brujo is an amazing documentary about tango music. The effort of one person to keep the old (tango from the Golden Era) tango alive. His project deserves an entire post, but I will briefly say that it's an amazing project and his efforts are memorable. Getting back to Desencuentro . It was composed by Catulo Castillo , the same composer of El Ultimo Cafe (the song my Aunt Blanca used to sing with my uncle on the piano). Even though tango songs with lyrics are extremely hard to dance to, those are my favorite songs to dance to. Words are (to me) the way to understand the soul.

Sigh... That's all I have to say.

Sewing is a lot more interesting than I thought and it's very therapeutical.

The competition and the performances are off.

Clueless people stress me out.

The tango is a man and woman in search of each other. It is the search for an embrace, a way to be together, when the man feels that he is a male and the woman feels that she is a female, without machismo.She likes to be led; he likes to lead. Disagreements may occur later or they may not. When that moment comes, it is important to have a positive and productive dialogue, fifty-fifty.The music arouses and torments, the dance is the coupling of two people, defenseless against the world and powerless to change things. This is the best definition of the tango as a dance, I think. Juan Carlos Copes, in: Tango The Dance, The Song, The Story, by Collier, Simon.  I still look for definitions of what tango means to me. Tango as dance has certainly acquired a multidimensional  meaning after I started dancing back in 2008. It was only when I re-started in 2009/2010 that it grew to be what it is today. That is going to certainly change in a few years, I am sure. I hope I can write about i

Is it what one gives what one gets?

I had my first class today and I made a bag for tango shoes. It looks so cute. I can't believe it yet that I was the one who made it. I can't wait to have my next class.

Photo by Michiko. Michiko Trunk Show at Grace's Cafe Dania Beach.