When I dance, I try questions, not answers.
Traces of openness to others, listening and gaming applications.
And after a milonga, the ground mat of talcum powder seems to vibrate even walk round and plush, marching hand in hand and intertwine with each other.
boats sleepless drunken sailors. Thresholds
open where the "puer" experiment and create. Cages and morbid
sticky if you do not include games played in a tanda.
is dealt a blow to those seeking answers and does not find them.
The delusion of completeness is the expectation promptly betrayed.
Derrida writes, that the tracks are a reference to another ....
So are the tracks of steamy dancing feet, between puffs of bandoneon.
So are the tracks of steamy dancing feet, between puffs of bandoneon.
0 comments:
Post a Comment