_”I love you, I love you.” He said.
_”Really, love is a figure of speech.”
_”No, I really love you.”
_”If you love me, why don’t you play me?”
I am like this, I don’t like things to linger, now or never and usually by the tenth minute I know if the guy is himself or a self made play boy.
-”Yes, I want you, I want your body, let me sex you.”
“Sex me, but do you have the guts, the stamina, the will to bleed your soul as a novice and overall the desire, the real one?”
He went on telling me about love, he was so mechanical so cold that I had to stop him and tell him:
_” Honey if you can’t move me like these guys, just put on you coat. Don’t worry, I’ll pay the bill and leave a good tip, another day, another life. But for now, the city is mine and I do not need to be sexed, at least not this way.”
_”I thought women loved sex in the city.”
_”Honey, you’re watching too much tv.”
Such are candid souls, or sometimes morons..

A guy who could not play this way was definitely a no no in my book. I took my coat, Montreal was as white as ever and I slid le chemin Ste Catherine with this true melody in my ears and in my soul.

Les yeux noirs, Angelo Debarre,Tchavolo Schmitt,Stochelo Rosenberg,Dorado Schmitt, Bireli Lagrene y Diego Imbert.

On Park Avenue, an old man asked me to lit his cigarette, I sat down with him on the snowy carpet and listened to him play the other great one. If this is not art, then tell me what art is. That was then and still is now.

Por el camino del ronda, Manitas de Plata

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