Tango
Tango是否是最難跳好的舞步？我這個舞癡(跳舞的白癡)無法加以
評論，但它的確不容易畫好，Tango的動作誇張又糾纏不清(老婆
大人過來糾正：是性感又危險！)，畫的時候不播放一點皮亞佐拉
的音樂是絕對無法體會Buenos Aires城內Tango的誕生地Barrio La Boca
街頭的Tango迷情。
大兒子潘震(quakepan)這學期升大三，因為沒能抽到校本部宿舍
的籤，須多花一些時間舟車往返，再加上為了「貼補家用」，兼
了不少家教，想來勢必無法像從前那麼投入熱舞社了。前一陣子，
電視播出Richard Gere主演的Shall we dance，看他眼睛充滿了特殊
的光輝，嘴裡不斷哼著主題曲及Peter Gabriel的The book of love，
猜想他是迷上了國標舞了。
送給震這幾張Tango，祝你一切平安順利！
posted by harlequinpan @ 1:44:00 am
12 comments
12 Comments:
Hello!I updated my blog!These shetches look lovely.Do you like tango?I like to watch tango and other dance like salsa or mambo.But I hardly can dance...I would like to learn thow.But I think I have heavy feet!!!
Wow! Thanks, dad^^ I love them. Black, brown, and white colors are perfectly match. I really wanna learn ballroom dancing.
Well, she looks a little more like me than you can imagine.I'm telling you a secret: now I have long light brown hair!!!!!I must upload a new me in the photo too!!
:-)
WOW your sketches are amazing so lovely! Your blog is wonderful! I will definitely be back soon!
Thank you so much for visiting my blog your comments are truly appreciated.
That's my last post that has to do with autumn and Juliette Greco.
you deserve the translation every time****
I am sick of this dull time, I am sick of clouds with fat greys belies, I am sick of cold air, I am sick of leaves in the pavements, my muddy shoes, the drops of rain that can shut their mouth I am sick of autumnal climate that reminds climate of "Blade runner", boiling hot drinks , the turned on bodies and the heavily feather quilts. The fat jumpers and woolly zivagos that sting. The tobacco that filled the closed spaces, the loud music . I am child of summertime of open sky and dressing austerity. I am jealous the people that travel in their broken ground only with their skin. My suitcases, will be always there, ready to pull my hand. The winter the night comes differently, sometimes darkens comes immediately after the midday. I am sick of it and of this and of idiot Benjamin Franklin, that first formulated the idea for the change of hour so that can exists more available natural light at the summer months, but at the winter time more darkness.. Days with radio and, days rainy full from songs of Juliette Greco*Les feuilles mortes * Bonjour tristesse * Thoughts of misty afternoon, coughs as consumptives girls behind my back. I think of melancholic afternoons that approach, walking in the noses of their legs, and I get chilled from horror. Smell of moist earth.. I am not ready this year for the Winter... And afterwards I pull my shelf downtown, in the Centre. Down to the movie festival that take place this time .Closed in a room cave, in a belie of a fiction whale, I reveal in my gaze, films as fairy tale. Films as slap films that leave dents of existence in the velvet red seats. Nightly drinks with flavour of mountain defile and last winter. Discussions on the subject of top 10 most horrible and scary suicides of famous persons of spectacle. I affect, I affect in here, with all these the grey landscapes. I slip in the wetted pavements, shout to anyone with least. I observe the women that walk in the neighbourhoods. Women made from fatigue and soured love... I want to escape from here, from this city that impoverishes always aesthetically. Always dies with her old winters. My suitcases will be always there. Finally, these days I lullaby by a snob erotic disposal and a unjustifiable melancholy for something that did not come yet . I pull the devil from the tail and laugh running and smoking kilometres and humidity. And afterwards the beauty of night in the forest of blogspot. With herds hurt solitary that keep on rocking round the fire. With our navels strips covered with dust in the black electronic floors, full with mental vomiting, and teardrops. Because it costs always to get farther. Even if this has to make with an escape from the quietness of our light blue room in the forest of blogspot. My suitcases will be always there. we do not put under, we are not weeping ... We seek new marks!
Stop finally this blender that strucks in me.
I linked you so I have no trouble in finding your blog!
您的部落格經由同學
轉了幾個同學的Mail得知
看了後五味雜陳
剛開始非常感動
離校已這麼久遠
竟然還能看到老師的畫作
另外也相當的慚愧
目前工作的因素
只能藉著電腦
做出些制式化數位效果
來滿足一下
讓我想起
您在學校所放的影片
The wall
祝您
教師節快樂
ciao
veramente non ti posso dire niente questa volta
perche` non lo so ballare tango
insomma..........
really Ican say anything for time.
because I can`t dance tango
all right.........
Hello my friend
Great shetches, really!
Congratulations, I link you, ok?
你好，我是miragee，我很喜歡你的線條，粗獷中帶著細膩，很棒喔！
WOW! Great work.
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