Saturday, November 05, 2005
Yet despite the presence of the Latinas, the first set, second set, third set.. were simply not accompanied by the same latin liquid fluidity.
Until.
The steel-stringed guitars struck up their arpeggiated vibratos in time with the congas. And he pulled her close, in their first bachata. And the world was righted as everything fell into their designated places.
And the song had to be Obsesion, had it not?
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Pity, though, how every silver lining in the fuzzy distance is always obscured by untimely clouds as the distance is slowly but surely being bridged.
Mucho pesar.
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The words with which Kerr had advised me lately proved their worth tonight, in a conversation with a friend who had, in a moment of lazy folly, thrown an opportunity to audition for a premier dance company.
Even when you're working and your schedule might not permit you to attend all lessons of a course, just go for it if you're truly interested. You might not know when you'll get another chance to attend the course.
I think I'm getting what he means. Good ol' Kerr!

