Monday, February 16, 2009
I'll wait for the next one...
Another one has come and gone. I danced, made new friends, learned more about places, people, moments, and yet I cannot say that I am wiser for it... A festival is a festival. I am who I am. Not much will change. I will get over the hangover effect. My senses will numb, the bruises on my feet will fade away, and disappear, tangolessness will seem almost bearable once again...and I will wait for the next one...
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I think that's such a horrible terrible film. I feel so sorry for the woman. She leapt at the chance and the guy ... well the guy treated her like "collateral damage".
ReplyDeleteI also have that thing at festivals. You fly high, then you have to put your wings back in the cupboard and wait till the next time. But each time you wonder whether you are flying or just living in a dream...