... And yes, I "I go to candombe" ... since I came back at all I'm going back to candombe this Candomble, our candombe ... that build all / as every Saturday and Sunday, in her previous the streets and in the street ... which is all at once, is to go dancing and sweating with others as we find the dance itself is going to play and learn every time a little more of this captivating and magical rhythm created and recreated on American soil is going to discover more how we are and how to meet and talk that what happens to us, what it costs us, what gives us joy, what amazes us and what we can do to advance best conditions in this world that we are many .... how's that for return to find that enjoyment is, again to be community.
The picture of fire in the "previous" links warmed, enlighten each individuality to feel and to know ourselves and one wheel at a time, my confidence returned, bringing me back with your words, Pauli, feeling uterus containment and peaceful enjoyment ... your talk, Mauri, space of freedom and understanding, setting out and walk again ... what happens to us, companions of the rope, it gives me the right amount of tension for a q looking for a new dynamic equilibrium, because on a tightrope and I feel we are often provided q is always better that way ... a desafíío, the fearless and alert the body and heart .... So yeah ... a tightrope always demands the left, by those who guard down and expect the other side of the line or even your walking time to start over .... jijij .. what a great image.
What I feel today has no order (and I q is never really ...) but it appears dyed many colors the rainbow always brought smile, before or after the storm .... Hold a milongón is not easy Call ... walking through the streets to the plaza, it is not little .. pick up the faces of those enlightened approach Gurises q eager to share what bread or the lack of a no q maetro not fed, nor is .... These doñas like dancing and drumming alongside their husbands or sons ... uffffffff a song together ... remember those who do not repair the tune but intend to do so by all and between all improve a little every Saturday ... bring up to us between touch and touch but those who are not with us from every corner where you are recreating life ... in order to reinvent our lives and ways and ways of doing and being what we do and we are ... perhaps all this is "our candombe" ... hug ... abrazopiano graaaande, flying as a boy and playing as ringing
Emilia.
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