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From: Paraguay
Registered: Sep 2014
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posted March 02, 2017 12:40 AM
 
I have followed a premonition, one of those that I knew that I have to go to the President’s Hotel to watch her dance, to that little red haired that was little by little crossing my mind. I’ve already met her a few times, and of course, the social networks in some people can really make you know enough from them if their lives were at the least extroverted. She was a quite extroverted woman, with a certain flavor of Arabian roots thanks to her years and years of dedicating herself to her passion, a childish essence that make her look jolly on many occasions, but with a deep intellectual core, and of course, her energy when she was on the center of the halls, it was sort of a transformation into a Moroccan gypsy from the 16th century, the movements, the glances, the dress and the rainbow scarf, she was the whole package in beauty, mind and spirit. She really make you imagine you were a peasant on a dark corner in the middle east watching that unreachable angel, and make you believe the gods were sending you a miracle of life. But above all, she was a dreamer like me, but with the difference that she already was living the dream while I was still trying to deal with myself and my bands… I felt I’ve found my match in her, and no matter how much it would take me, I knew that me and her would be seeing each other through the course of time, and I didn’t care if we ended up together, just having the opportunity of meeting a person like her already make me very happy, to find out somebody like her.Watching her dance was one of those moments that felt transcendental, the sight of it make me feel high like very few things have done it before. The sound of the bells, the merbakes, the violins and flutes, and her in front of at least 45 people, and myself watching it like a rabid teenager with his hormones at gear five, the ecstasy was otherworldly. I didn’t want to take pictures with my phone. Being able to see it was more than enough to keep it forever in my mind, as an inspiration for songs, poems, and even narrations, the picture would be a permanent fixture in my head, wherever I was on the road, the memory would come at any moment, as a drug of happiness and lust, better than booze or weed, close to the high experiences with the muse… that’s the kind of people that I felt lucky to meet. And so for a moment, I shared a dance, it was the first time that I had the balls to do it, the long dreaded fear just vanished for that particular hour. It was the meeting of the child with the woman, with someone who has seen a lot in this world with someone who just had the music and very little else, a curious mind with the anxious and impatient man, but, oh, the differences didn’t matter, I didn’t hide my smile, I didn’t hide the fact that the moment brought me the thing I needed, to get loose, to release the tension, the fear, the feeling of unworthiness, maybe it was her openness and kindness, but the connection felt so strong, the adrenaline was high, and the joy was off the charts, like the ending of a comedy movie. I knew from that day that that mystical woman would change me in so many ways, some much needed and others quite not, but the effect was already making effect on my mind, the feeling of true love, the feeling of true madness….
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