The weekend was on the way wearing her bright yellow dress and sandals made of sea shells, hips shaking with the rhythms of aqustic and drums. She kept sun-tanning creams, icy lemonades and her half-to-be-read-book in her big bag. As she started to ask around "anybody wants to dance barefoot on a beach now?" she felt a sourness in her mind caused by the thoughts of people who might be hungry/ under danger/ under torture/feeling lonely/... at that moment.
She threw the bag away and played her CD and shared her cigarette with the music that was supposed to be for dancing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7yRqsxid4c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B84RpcmF50I
5 comments:
I will dance barefoot on the beach to that wonderful music. Supercool versions of two fantastic songs. And hips shaking in that yellow dress, woohoo,
woohoo!..
What a wonderful thing it is to dance with you,
I really loved this. You captured such a wonderful feeling in this short-but-powerful post.
Thank you harmonie, hope you are getting better day by day. Kisses & hugs...
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