settled in, with the whiteness of things, cold air, dry skin, frost on the windshield, sweaters, insulated coats, snow boots, memories of sunnier places, of swim trunks, the scent of salt, shifting sands, lazy cloudless days, and music playing in my head, guitars and palms clapping filling the spaces in unison, bare feet swept by the beat, eyes connecting, worlds merging, born between a smile and a sigh, magic and sensuousness in every gesture, in every pause, Beauty permeating my vision as far as the horizon can get...
The trees have gone naked, and the streets are barely alive, NPR says that happiness is contagious, far more than sadness could ever be. But I ask you this, which one is deeper? Which one contains the seed for growth? We make choices everyday -how do we know what is best for us in the long run?
Questions, questions, too many questions, I'll blame it on today's Piscean Moon, and I'll turn up the volume to better drawn in spark-causing Tocadas, irrestible Palmas e Zapateados, Palo Seco e con Guitarra, the rhythm of Rumba, music that flows so naturally in my blood, in every double helix of DNA that somehow make me me, and I'll dance and I'll dance...
Baila, Baila, until your legs say, 'Wow, I really want to but I just can't, well, maybe, just one more, just one more.'
A huge fan of Ojos de brujo -my favorite band out of Barcelona.
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