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I love Chambao, they make music that touches me. Being from Southern Spain, Chambao make me think of the white villages, the blue skies, the palm trees, the Mediterranean... I wish her all the best
:::deeply feels Thy love for Chambao, Neuling...
what a joy to meet the music with such a heart...
:: pushes 'gainst the wood-worn door ... stomps
in... clinging snow falling into unlit darkness ... builds
up a fire and grabs a small keg of grog... slings o'er
shoulder and drink deeply girl's flavour... ::
:: roars approval ... sitting keg heavily on uneven table...
pulls some bark from pouch ... slowly builds a fire... sets a
tin can of snow near to melt slowly...
sprinkles some of Ms. Rare's herbs inside... listens to the
icy winds... a sound of forlorn emptiness... girl's
Operatic Metal comes in waves :: .... clever yes... so
ye do understand... :: I inwardly whisper ::
shall confirm to ye girl that when one lies against an
ideal... you freeze it from actualization ... so what
happens when that ideal is freedom... justice... equality
for all... regardless of race, gender, or who you love...
is it then just ideals of seduction... a countess seduction
of beauty... beckoning the unwary to a frozen doom?
therefore... girl's Lord searches in these lands..
Shall I invite you to rest near me... to reach out a hand
and find thy head at my fingertips... not yet little
angel... show Me you can fly in evil's realm and remain
untouched... reflecting unearthly beauty...
::: whisk of furs.. feathery clouds 'cross girl's horizons :::
yes.. ye feel twisted because of my wife.. America...
she claims to have my child... my future in her belly...
and that wife sings this song I'll sing to you...
::: starts to run to her ... laughter races ahead like
children... arms wide like a child playing airplane...
runs over hills... valleys... runs cross oceans... runs past
ruined cities... runs... down a country road... sweeps
thee into my arms!:::
rare!!
::: twirls thee thru heavens and we dance cross stars
... drowning one another in laughter and kisses! :::
once the drugs wear off... back I must go... so let's dance
quick! :: broad chest 'gainst thy face ... roar of laughter::
A Moment In Forever! Mirko Gozzoli and Alessia Betti Waltz
::: hops into His arms... laughing like a child given a rainbow...
Sir ! tis truly Thee! ::: feeling bubbly and twinkly all at once...
reaches arms up to hug Him round strong shoulders... lays head
on chest for just an instant... squeeze so tight... soft sigh turns
into giggle of pure joy as He picks this one up and twirls round.. spinning...
:: heart erases all the minutes hours days of being apart::
::: holding tightly as He leads the twirls and dips of a sweet dance, singing :::
Ah to hear Thy voice, Sir! ... deep blush... yes! speak and sing to Thy heart's content as We dance...eyes sparkling, heart racing.... eyes fill with tears as Sir sings...
::as the moment ends... the music fades... He carries this one into the
dark night... our gentle goodbyes spoken under the night's starry sky...
...eyes drink from the pool of love's forever...
:: lifting spirit prayers in gratitude for this moment...
the beauty of life renewed...
Blessed Be Each Step on Love's Path!
lays head on His broad shoulder as He coos tenderly... rumbling in His chest
gives protected feelings as a child held dear... time is suspended within the
glow of Sir's sincerity...
... His smell! scent of pines.. fragrance of crisp cold winter winds... sweet
nutty honey and smoke... salty ocean breeze... earthy loam after a midday rain ...
senses drink deep... His enveloping attention and deep power..
so tender, so strong..
jubilant flight of heart... tis here! tis now and real!
...... eyes flow with His ... hands cling for a last tender squeeze...
He bows deeply with that sweet adorable grin... deep rich chuckle and soft
kisses... to cheek... to fingertips... to palm...
heart stays steady as eyes fill with joy's tears...
such whispers of thankfulness... of fidelity .... of helpfulness in hard times...
arms still around one another as He slowly fades from view....
rare
...
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I like the mystical atmosphere and the vintage sound of it. Also it gets very dynamic and intense in the course of the song, which kind of infects me in a strange way, neither positive, nor negative, leaves me behind all charged up and wondering where to direct my thoughts and energy.
::: stands bemused as Sir fades from view... eyes soak
in the place where he had been ... swing round as if still
dancing... lifting heart with remembered joys...
::: crosses easily over oceans and valleys to the early
evening jazz coming from an outdoor cafe in Portugal...
smile at Mr Neuling... what a wonderful piece... Bob James!
:: dances a bit... swinging round enjoying the coming sunset...
the crowd all smiling... feel in the spirit of celebration...
::: stands bemused as Sir fades from view... eyes soak
in the place where he had been ... swing round as if still
dancing... lifting heart with remembered joys...
::: crosses easily over oceans and valleys to the early
evening jazz coming from an outdoor cafe in Porugal...
smile at Mr Neuling... what a wonderful piece... Bob James!
:: dances a bit... swining round enjoying the coming sunset...
the crowd all smiling... feel in the spirit of celebration...
... nods in agreement with Mr Neuling's appreciation...
the sense of time and sweet mystery as one sound flows
into another...
... the energy flows and this one dances between
dawn in America and evening in Portugal... able to dance in
two worlds...
Pink - MTV Music Awards 2009
::: dips into a respectful curtsey... the dance continues...
rare
...
Funny way of writing 1:29pm over here, lunchtime...
::hears Mr Ardvaarks gift of a guitar hero... laughs and claps hands...
... moves to the rhythms of Joe Bonanmossa... notes he is a listed
as many folks most favorite guitarist... nods....
:: hands lift long skirt... flipping from side to side...
feeling free with the great melodies...
... keeping time with the musicians.. waves with a smile
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we'll see... String Quartet No. 11 in F minor .. The Boxer .. Would You Go With Me .. Love You To Death .. Beautiful
1:29pm over here, lunchtime...
