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I am going to perform ONE tango in an event this coming Saturday. I am so happy about the news. I cannot believe it! People saw us dancing on Sunday and they want us to represent CITA at this big Singles Conference in Plantation. Life is good and juicy.
Liquid versus Solid
Why is that when we chew an apple, we swallow its juice first and then the remnant of it? It's almost like mini juicy bubbles being mashed into a dry grain of sa(lt)nd with not flavor. So is the juice that makes it flavorful? Is life like an apple? I wonder: where's the juice of life? Have I eaten the best part of it already? Or are there any juicy surprises ahead of me?
Kampong
The Mirror of Two Souls Photo by Michelle Murphy Two faces looking at each other. Liquid eyes emerging from the other soul. Liquid eyes walking on top of flowers I don't have the name for. We dive -- just to find ourselves hanging and barely breathing at the surface. A surrogate soul. -- The purple flower finds its perfect match on the water. From all these flowers, only one belongs to a perfect image. Or is it the image that belongs to the perfect purple flower? And the green water fans are floating in a natural still liquid mirror - each one is also a duo: the real one and the one that depends on. -- Music that stands still. Just as if Monet had put them there with his brush. With his eyes, with his hand. Because Monet was the God of Purple, the God of Gardens. I don't want to describe the apparent silence in this garden. This remote peace. The big green petals are like music. A green piano standing in the water. This photograph captures so much life and life is rarely sile
CITA and Di Sarli
I forgot it was Saint Patrick's Day. Had I known or remembered, I would have worn a different color - other than the green outfit I picked. Got to CITA late - sent you a text message saying: if you want to swing by around 1am, maybe we can dance one tanda together. I thought CITA was going to have more people. I get to CITA and I know I am not going to get any dances. Since many of the people there don't dance with me, some people are away, some people I just don't dance with anymore - or better yet: I don't dance with them anymore. I kept my poise. I was holding a secret. I thought this guy M. was going to be the dj and to my dismay he wasn't. The music was blah, even though I shouldn't complain. It was tango after all. But still. Being at CITA you always expect good music. CITA is like a home to me: it was my first milonga. Less than a year ago, I performed there and I hold that memory very close to my heart. Not because I was performing, but because I was in
Loud, Loud and Hot
The noise in my ear is louder these days. Not sure it's the book I am reading or the fact that I saw you last Friday. I had you at an arm's length. You slept on my sofa and you looked happy. When my heart thinks, it gets in so much trouble. Because my heart doesn't know what the mind knows and is able to evaluate. Your taste. Your energy. Our dancing. All of our silences and the impossibility of our love. Better forget him says my mind. Remember all the bad things he has done? Then it comes my heart and says: remember when you used to run to him? Remember the good times? Sigh.
Sans Souci Milonga
Black and White Embrace The odds of love in someone else's arms Sans Souci Milonga March, 2012 Photo by Luna Palacios
What I need, what I want, what I have done
Need time to think. Need rest, maybe medicine. Need a hug, and a kiss, and a hand. Need time, need a pool, need care. Need better food. Need to stay away from. Need to organize and regroup energy. Need to stay focus. To stay centered. To re-establish what I want to do before I die. I don't know what I want anymore. I have lied to myself and to others.
Taking Time
It has taken time for me to realize I have given up on people. I see the face of this young girl. She exudes confidence even though she is not that attractive. At her age, I was so timid. Much more than today. Much more of an introvert. I have never been that confident though. Not the way this girl seems to be confident. I have given up on people, including myself. I accept we are all insignificant. Restless doers. But still insignificant. We may try hard to fill in the spaces within. The spaces outside. We run places and we do things to occupy, to build, to make. And yet.
iPhone or Camera
Tempted to buy an iPhone. Not sure it's safe to bring a camera to Buenos Aires. The iPhone might be more discrete to carry around. Not sure I want to have to pay $110 for a phone every month. I am not a talker. But I think it's convenient to have one. It's easier to send photos to e-mail or text messages. I have many decisions to make before April 4th.