Tim

Me hizo acordar a uno de ustedes, no se.
Los quiero.

Jotajó.

A description of jazz

Jazz holds that secret, the solitude of man hidden in its harmony, its intricate consecutive notes, its fire-forged virtuosity.

Jazz is undoubtedly an aphrodisiac, as it encapsulates libido in a rigidly defined structure, to then let it into the air and induce an orgasm in just three beats.

Jazz is love, though expressed in manners different to those of rock and roll; more thoughtful, perhaps, more felt, surely.

Jazz has an unknown magic, an unexpected feel for the rocking heart, a surprising tempo that eludes four quarters and inevitably provokes movement; be it a subtle sway of the head, the agitation of a rogue foot, or even the passionate shiver of two bodies confronted in the rhythmical craze of physical love.

Qussyo...

No puedo con mi "genio". Además necesito que alguien se entere, pero solo algunos con lo que tomo la oportunidad de tratar de revitalizar el blog. No es gran cosa pero dice así:

The sky is alight

A bright orange pollutes the dusk

Lit up by a thousand burning bridges

I now have a place for the clutter

That has blocked my view of the other

I can only talk to strangers now

For I have been heretofore alienated by familiarity

I have nothing and I have everything
I walk in and out at will
Through the threshold of alterity

I appreciate the attention

But you'll excuse me while I part

The world is waiting for me

Disculpen las molestias.

*Me había olvidado de agregar un verso (entrada editada 04/05/13).