Sunday, September 06, 2009

Happy Club...

How much do I love the end of August, the beginning of September? Words fail amigos. Old heat. New cool. Mixing the warm, barrier-less eros of summer with the terror of something institutional and cruel that threatens it all... All the epic joys and conflicts are here. Our dance steps grow assured from a hundred nights of re-humanizing. When do we stop sleeping naked? Do we have to close down, or can we make a break for the other side of the equator?

("Happy Club" by Malick Sidibé)


Anonymous apad 2 said...

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3:25 AM  

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