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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 ...