you know another person, by him, whose death is mourned in every nook and cranny of the world?
There was Bob, then Elvis, then John. Today he is, Mick. Next, if indeed there is one, has not yet emerged, to my knowledge.
I certainly pay tribute to the singer but also to ... dancer.
When we went there a few years, with friends, in some crazy people said Jacques, a drink at 5 in the morning after a drunken night out, as it says "I'll do listen to a song that I brought back from Paris with the thunder of God ", we gathered all around the turntable, certainly curious, but I must admit, a little jaded.
"Billie Jean is Not my lover Shes just a girl
Who Claims That I Am The One But The Kid
Is Not My Son She Says
I am the one, But The Kid Is Not My Son" While listening
we had started some movements dance routine and now that music, rhythm, voice stress on our body more amplitude, more flexibility, more creativity. We
vibrios in different ways. It was emotional, exciting.
We were up at that point in an area and new era of our bodies and our minds. Something had changed in us. We knew that something in the world would change.
"Who is this guy? Where he comes from?"
"You'll laugh, says Jacques, the question is the lil 'The Jackson Five. You know? The cartoon
Nooooonnn !
soooo!
Mick, thank you.
0 comments:
Post a Comment