unicidades

Uma folha branca. Me espera a idade, a solidao. Me espera a incerteza.

Um deus que se joga no mar. Um deus se joga ao mar. Um deus se joga. Um deus se. Adeus.

1. Couple from Colombia 2. Couple from Venezuela 3. Couple from the United States 4. Couple from Italy 5. Couple from Japan I find it very weird that not even one of the winning couples was from Argentina. I dare to say that that's because of the articles that have been published about the organizers banning foreigners in the competition. I really like the couple who won. I have only seen them dancing one tanda - the tanda that was used to determine who would win first prize, but if I had to pick between the two, I think I would go with the Colombian couple. They seem to have a better connection, both of them shine, her embellishments are beautiful and precise. They move smoothly and precisely and their musicality is just incredible. I also find that they have their own style and that's refreshing. Also, I find that physically they look like a better match than the other couple. Maybe that's just my impression, but the other couple seems to be struggling because

Quero mandar toda essa moda besta de ser positiva e feliz pro caralho. Pronto, falei.

Sometimes we have to be patient. It has taken me around 14 years to find a song. It's been several lives. It's been so many tears and so many changes. I don't even remember what I used to be like that long ago. Enamored by words, in love with a Brazilian composer whose lyrics talked about lives that I had dreamed of. The composer who used the name of writers and dancers in his songs. The man who created Keiko, the crazy girl who was searching for true love. Keiko is still here. She is still alive. Wounded. But alive.

The finalists have been announced in Buenos Aires. The USA is being represented by a couple from Los Angeles.

Almost done with all tango videos on youtube and today I received the photographer's cd with the pictures from the performances in Florida. It amazes me how many details are captured in one single shot. Everything shows. It is a humbling experience to be photographed.

So last night when I came home from work, I was thinking about cooking something light and just crash into the sofa with a glass of juice and some peach pie for dessert. I was trying to empty my mind from all the stress at work and my personal life. I was thinking about making some sauteed rapini in butter and fresh black pepper. That's the way Edwin, the cat likes it. Anyway, Edwin and I are having a difficult week, so to speak. He still bites for no apparent reason and I find it ironic how a tango dancer has found a cat who is obessessed with biting (her) toes. Well, when I parked my car, I had to make an extra maneuver because of this van, which was blocking the way. I was on my phone, talking to my sister-in-law. I got off my car and to my surprise, I hear someone yelling at me:  -Hi, how are you doing? How was your day?  The person sounded drunk and I was looking around to see who she was talking to. So, in disbelief, I asked: -Are you talking to me? (And I kept on walking to

I will have a long weekend next week and I was planning a short trip to the West Coast of Florida. Not sure if I will go. I love road trips, but not alone. I was planning to stop in a few small places to have a nice meal or just take photographs.  Speaking of photographs, I was in love with these pictures I found in a blog about cooking. The pictures make me feel nostalgic. I asked the owner of the blog about the camera she uses and which filters and she said she use her iPhone with one special MAC application. I am not planning on getting an iPhone, but I want to be able to take pictures like those. Argh.  I don't get Quentin Tarantino's movies. I started watching Kill Bill the other day and I was like what?? I liked the first song in the soundtrack. You Shot Me Down aka Bang Bang. Yes, you bet. Nostalgia has struck me. Now he's gone, I don't know why And till this day, sometimes I cry He didn't even say goodbye He didn't take the time to lie. Bang bang

A new job in Washington DC, California, or Austin, TX.

Edwin likes the new laptop. He just doesn't like the fact that the wireless internet isn't working yet. Sigh.

...a new job, a new home, a new almost everything.

My new computer arrives tomorrow.

Never change.

My friend who just got me three pairs of Comme Il Faut is going to Argentina again in two or three weeks. I definitely need to make more money to keep up with my tango shoe addiction.

Rolling in the Deep

My Heart

Twilight

I have to learn how to keep my mouth shut. I went to a party last night, which is something that kind of makes me a little uncomfortable, but I had to go since I hadn't seen them for a long time and it was a birthday party.  Everything was fine, but I think I just don't  get along with the birthday person anymore. Not like it used to be, which makes me very sad. Somehow we grew apart and the person who used to be my best friend is now my sister-in-law. For different reasons and life's ironies, she had a baby girl and is the happiest person on Earth. I am happy for her, but maybe I know too much and have been through so much that I can just look at that and see how people take happiness in their lives. I am no one to talk about that, since my happiness resides in dancing tango and my romantic life has been a mess for so long, basically since it has started.  At any rate, things were going fine and I was having a good time despite the fact that it seems like I don't feel

It would be nice to master the traditional in order to do the crazy stuff. Just like the great painters did or do. They always work on the traditional and then move to something else. To their own voice.

The invitation to a performance this coming Tuesday has been temporarily suspended due to the fact that the menu at the restaurant has to be changed. The restaurant is new and I think they are having trouble getting things settled. The place seems to be very nice, though.

Maybe that's just me.

...not to be a mala. But Guavita is a mala just like Edwin. So, here it goes: I find it so interesting when some people come to me to the reference desk and I explain to them there's a better way of searching for books and they say: I would be wasting my time, so I need you to look in the system for me. When I know for a fact, it's just easier for them to go to the shelf and look at the number (they already have) directly. They waste more time being interviewed by me. But I digress... The fact that I am mala resides in that, the way they talk about not wasting their time triggers in me so many bad thoughts. It's not even funny. I could share some of my mean thoughts, but since I have been trying to be a Buddhist, I will spare my audience of such thoughts. Sigh. Ideally, I should be able to block these thoughts, right? I guess I am not a real Buddhist just yet. And the way this is going, it's going to take me a lifetime to become one. Literally.

I am finding more and more that the education of the body is a laborious and intricate task, even when the simplest movements have to be executed.

Is a delightful French romantic comedy. I highly recommend it. I hadn't laugh in a movie theater like that in a very long time. When the French want, they know how to make a good movie.

Should get an award for being the most plain food on the planet.

...planning to do.

CITA August 07th, 2011.  This photo was taken by my instructor. I believe it was the ending of the first song we danced, which was Golgota by Biagi.

I could only go back to those days nostalgia has sunk me the sun in If I could only regain the sun out Nostalgia within me

August 5th, 2011. Star Ballroom, Pompano Beach. Milonga La Pituca Photographed by David Lee. My teacher said we danced our tango. As usual, I am being very critical of myself. Indeed, I danced with my heart and my heart was joyful and nervous at the same time. The audience was tough. Not sure I like performing, though. It's nerve wrecking and challenging. I was wearing a new tango dress and was very self-conscious about it. Not sure I like tango dresses that much. Somehow it made me feel like I was exposed and very vulnerable. Hope nobody noticed that. At any rate, dancing my tango seems good enough  - to me. I can't wait to see the other photos and the tape.

I have two more scheduled!