my love, my reprieve

old school jazz is love, is black liner and red rouge and long gazes and kisses to the mirror

amado mio, love me forever
and let forever
begin, tonight
:amado mio - doris fisher & allan roberts

the song is such a recognisably bachata song that it is excrutiatingly bittersweet to wrench my mind off dance for a while, picture twirling into the sunset again. my umbrella, that long skirt, this beautiful day, and maybe a touch of you -

dang. haha

four theories of the press: authoritarian, libertarian, social responsibility, soviet-totalitarian. in moments like these, i remember how i am and how i live, and how i live, thus how i am.

this swaying inside of me is threatening to overspill, i almost think i would want to dance with you, let us sway, let us say, this shall stay

(and let forever, begin, tonight)