On the way to Prague I was wondering what I was going to do: to visit Prague or the Tango festival?
to go to tango, I felt a bit 'silly, a kind of wasteful, to go to Prague for a festival of tango when I'm not even gone to the festival of Mantua, which is less than thirty miles from home mine.
Not that the two were necessarily in conflict but I felt, somehow, the need to justify to myself: Now I think I understand something important, something that I had caught in Catania, perhaps because there had group of us did too, or perhaps because then we were not a group and had become, and then we have dedicated our emotional energy, emotional ourselves, we sent our emotional energies inside and nothing outside. In Prague
no, you were rehearsed three illegal immigrants who feel part of something without saying it and without that being the limit of their individuality, to their individual curiosity.
We were like an atom of a very stable material which neutrons are free to wander but never lose their center, the center of our illegal immigrant.
been the center will be underground, has been the international environment, has been the fact that the various groups who had come together there were, after all quite permeable, has been the case, the fact is that we Cuccato, three were three of us each Cuccato although, of course, in its way.
Barbara was Tampin two nights Carlo, Milan tango dancing pretty well and also had the right physical stature for our lady. What was wrong? Better to ask her, but for some grumbling seems to me that he understood that Charles did not have a conversation bright enough, lacked the moral standing and therefore, I can certify, it gave substance to nothing, absolutely nothing, not even a phone number, and a email address, nothing.
I embarked Patrick, of Friuli tango dancing very well and above all with extreme elegance, and currently lives in Slovenia where he teaches Romance literature at the University of Ljubljana. In some ways it was a love at first sight because we have the same degree even when taken in different universities, we have in common a few years of going hungry beggar with scholarships and the like around universities in Europe, then I, at the sight the first real salary (800,000 pounds against 450,000 monthly scialoni those of the University of Helsinki), I dropped everything and she, instead, insisted on and has specialized in philosophy of Martin Heidegger, then went on to Literature and now has the chair of Romance in Ljubljana, in short, we said, you have made the same life that I would have done if I had more courage and dedication.
In some ways it was a love at first sight because when I replied:
- Me too! -
that she had told me
- Gian Maria, I love you! -
instead of:
- I graduated in Sociology .-
did not really no difference : the pathos that was it.
The flood of emotions that overwhelmed us was that we are no longer able to dance and we retreated into a corner, on the staircase of the park, telling us about our current troubles: she sighed on the sonnets of the Italian Renaissance and I fretting about how to rewrite Gadda after the linguistic globalization.
In our own way we have materialized: we exchanged e-mails, we promised some of our written and we arranged to meet at festivals in Warsaw (maybe) and Belgrade (surely) that, in your opinion, is a must .
brings us to Luke: the first evening was dedicated to a German in Dresden, but fate has put us a hand and so she had to return and would not be returned later in the evening, so the second night, after newspapers (cabezeade) different, opted for Olga, Ukraine Dnepopetrovsk (transliteration of my own babbling of Luke), even for him it was love at first sight, since those shares there to Dnepopetrovsk, there was a few battles of World War II that he, Luke, has spent days and days, months, years to simulate on your computer, so much so that was moved because Dnepopetrovsk is the place to know better world after the intersection of Baretta Colognola in the Hills.
I can not tell you much about this as Olga are not even able to get close: with a few dancing with her friends, Olga was always enveloped in the Tampin Luke with a consistency that no one, neither you nor I would have guessed based on Luke usual, but so goes the world and go to understand the chemistry of feelings that can trigger the battle of Dnepopetrovsk? !
The only thing I remember Olga is a rose of red cloth on his left wrist that while dancing, he immersed himself in Luke ciuffone broken and restless, so much so that he seemed to be a rose in her hair.
has materialized?
I recorded that with the technical term is called Limonade and jabber, the next morning, that Prague parks are labyrinthine and you get lost easily. I can not say more except that his voice has dropped even further and its grammar has deteriorated so much that you do not understand any more of a shit what he says, as one who does not speak more than others but only himself or fastasma Olga. It seems that it intends to review in Warsaw also because I seem to remember, even there there must have been a few battles to those of PC games.
However, even its ability to simulate this is not always and only negative: waiting for Warsaw, will know how to simulate Olga!
There is a moral in all this?
By GianMaria
