Tango Embrace

Since May this year I have emerged myself with everything to do with Argentine Tango. I am in love with the movement of body and soul, the music that pierces through your heart and makes it stop and then beat faster. I never really dared to take photo's of this intimate interaction before...but this weekend I tried for the first time and I like it...

Memories of Lisboa (in Dutch)

De geur van zon op mijn huid vermengt met neerdwarrelende paarse bloesem, met een vleugje warme vanille die liefdevol wordt geroerd door een zacht, zingende keukenmeid die zoete, Fadoachtige slaapliedjes zingt. Jagend licht dat daalt en stijgt en zijn spotlicht richt op kastelen, graffiti en in elkaar verstrengelde geliefden op bankjes in parken waar sprookjes nog lijken te bestaan. En een wind die langs mijn haren strijkt en zucht… Lisboa.

New paths?

A friend said the weirdest thing to me last week. She said I talk as if I'm reading out loud from a romantic novel. You know, the ones where the women swoon, are stubborn and bonny and the men are hard and beastly and give smoldering looks that burn the other sex into willingly piles of fuming ash (scented not stirred). For an unromantic soul like myself that is quite the shocker. Who says that... and more importantly... should I take it as a compliment or a new career choice?

One of these days

Some days are better then others. This one has been one roller coaster.

Going from totally exited, happy to see people and learning new programs that thrill me to feeling totally overwhelmed, out of place, out of control and back to silly happy again. PMS who needs it anyway. Jeezzzzzzzzzz.