Posts Tagged ‘Amy Winehouse’

When I feel like listening to Amy Winehouse

16 September 2018

twitter: @eugenio_fouz

Amy Winehouse

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Whenever you feel sad or blue, listen to any of Amy´s laments and be yourself

17 May 2014

Imagen

 

http://youtu.be/GI1Mc27h42k

I wanna be black, man

15 February 2013

twitter : @eugenio_fouz

Barack Obama and kid,

Barack Obama and kid

I wanna be black. Yes, man. I wanna be black. I wanna be black like Lou Reed used to say. I wanna be black, I like black colour. I like soul & I like jazz. When I was a kid I wanted lots of things, when I got older I had many more dreams. And the dreams were not real life. Solitude and suffering were my best friends. I thought or imagined a twin angel talking to my ears. The options were music, street or books. I started poetry reading and came across Rimbaud and the French, and Lorca, Blake and others. Later, read novels, read literature and Dylan and so on. I found out the rhythm thanks to Marvin Gaye and the dance of the fifth brother-the Jacksons, I mean.  Flipped out with Martin Luther King and his poetical verse “I have a dream” like a mantra or something true. Got interested in jazz again and met the Prince of Bel Air for years in the screen. Fancied TV series later about some niggers surviving in the streets in Baltimore. I like some gestures some people make. I still remember that one at the number ten in the city of the Big Ben. Two men shake hands at the entrance door. I love the damned elegance at walking. I wanna have that fraternal spirit and speak in a woman´s voice like wine, Amy, you know, I wanna call you brother. I wanna be black, man.


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