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  • Time: 8:30 pm
    Day: Sunday
    Date: Feb 1st, 2009
    Weather: Snowy

    This weekend was pretty busy. On Friday I did 2 Capoeira lessons in a row. That means 4 hours playing, training and exercising! I never thought I could do something like that! I love it! It feels like I'm learning. Though I can't attack much, at least I can follow my partner in a roda. Parente, my Capoeira teacher, said I'm improving lots. Although it seems to me he always exagerates, I guess I'm just losing my fear to play. On Saturday morning I had an English lesson with my French flatmates and in the evening Flashdance Musical!! I had bought tickets for everybody (Sandra, my German friend Tanja, my flatmates, the other Spanish assistant Viviana and Chris, a friend of Sandra's) A complete crowd!

    I got the tickets for Sandra as a present because that movie reminds me of her and her life story. Her love for dancing, her search for happiness, her way of living: always wearing her heart in her sleeve, her ability to dance, her passion and her fight against circumstances to achieve her dreams. Although she didn't study dancing but teaching, she cannot give up dancing because that is how she channels her emotions, I guess. Emotions must flow and dancing flows with movement, so her emotions flow with dancing. I figured out that is why she cannot stop dancing. Or at least, that sounds like a good explanation for my squared logics regarding emotions. Unlike I expected and realising a second later how silly I had been by inviting her to this musical, she left the theater with tearful eyes and walked away home with her tears flowing on her cheeks. I tried to picture what was happening in her mind and I imagined her memories as a teenage ballet dancer, as a flashdancer in Ibiza and as a salsa dancer in Barcelona overflowing her chest . She couldn't stop. What a feeling.

    Sunday always comes too late: woke up late and had brunch with Sandra in "The Egg". That's an arty vegetarian restaurant in the city centre in Liverpool. You can usually see nice and arty people there. We spent the afternoon window shopping and as usual, we ended up in Resurrection: an amazingly British and vintage shop. Couldn't avoid buying a dress with cute cats on it.
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