blue Monday

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
William Butler Yeats



That crazed girl improvising her music. 
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'  William Butler Yeats, A crazed girl

take a little walk

This weekend was all about making impossible possible. Dancing tango to Nick Cave? You name it, you have it! It's all about walking anyway. And good people. What a thrill!



take a little walk to the edge of town go across the tracks
where the viaduct looms like a bird of doom as it shifts and cracks

diferente

I was and felt Diferente today. With good and fantastic people around.



Please meet the creator of the video Prisca Lobjoy.

tango in Arkadia

The good feeling of Tuesday just kept on continuing yesterday. In the afternoon I could see and pictured the joy of people embracing the passion of tango in the best bookstore in town: Arkadia. What a day!



Meet the neo tango masters : Tanghetto.