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Blues Experience

went into that bar and sure of himself as handsome as ever, did not realize that lead singer drank one sip a glass of wine or two women sitting in the back of the living room watching him fun.
wore like no man has managed to have a sensual grace and wonderful that even though you would not want to pay the slightest attention, just to make you look back at him. He dressed with great elegance of white linen suit with vest and matching hat that landed straight into the back of the chair before choosing the diamond that was playing that night.
Meanwhile, the soloist began singing a tune. Mellow but firm voice sang the first stanza. An acoustic guitar followed. Many eyes were fixed on her, but she did not just wanted, for a moment all was suspended, even seemed that the waves of smoke that billowed over the heads of the attendees were paralyzed. Then began the percussion, like tribal rhythms mixed with a sensual melody whose notes hidden passion and pain more than anything else. Some couples danced front of the stage, very close, their heads resting on the shoulders of another. Transmitting feelings were brewing the song one by one by the pores of the skin.

The charismatic man stood up making a funny motion with his jacket and went to the most beautiful woman. A woman of platinum blond hair. and taffeta corseted red. was sitting in the front row of tables, alone. His companion, probably a mob came to grace Business spoke with colleagues in the next room. And pure pure after she had gone off her light. It was a risky choice.

bent to take her hand and kiss her and dragged across the scent of gallantry to her. The woman could not resist a dazzling smile soon appeared among the most dangerous lipstick size.
Just then, the soloist closed his eyes. He hurt the scene, he struck the lyrics of the song and felt his heart was bigger than his chest. He tried to draw strength from wherever and started in the chorus with a terrific voice torn and sentencing. Posing a determining their eyes on him. His passion led to an extreme only insight that only could be achieved with such despair.

Her black hair shone under the central focus, but it was pulled curls fell on his face. Her dress, black silk sleeping on their forms ajar. But the gentleman only had eyes for his new discovery. I had completely forgotten who it was that woman who reveled in a beautiful song.

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But remembered every detail of their meeting in the past. If your mouth
seductive words whispered in his ear, she felt, if the tips of his fingers ran over her back, she felt and if your body strong and made led him to another place of dreams, so she felt. It was as if I was living again. Two advanced
tears as he spoke those words sincere and genuine "Tonight with words unspoken . And you say That I'm the only one, the only one, yeah. But will my heart Be broken. When the night meets the morning star? "
He looked a moment into the solo, and was mourn. He felt as if he had been hit in the stomach .. The song ended. He and his diamond
left that place.

The soloist had a lump in the throat, could not continue, not that pain. He left his post at the microphone alone, his most faithful friend.
vomited deceit, shame and self-pity. He locked his misery in a leather suitcase and went to a place among the blue and the desert, into the abyss and under the sky.

Patricia Djembé

Photo: beautiful oil painting whose author to know the name