After the Eurovision Song Contest, disappointing according to general opinions all round, my own included.
Most seem to coincide on one thing, it's not as it used to be, music,
instead of noises made louder & more annoying still by overwhelming
mix of high tech sounds, drowning all melodies & lyrics.
I
classify myself as opened or even broad minded, thoroughly modern
& in touch with today's ideas & trends. Yet I do have certain
very old fashioned convictions & principals, not to say tastes,
likes & dislikes. For instance, I often enjoy very old movies even
those made way before my time; classics of the 30's to 60's, some of
the music too of that bygone era, sung by obsolete crooners.
I
believe in respecting all races & cultures, traditions, religions
and, especially the old, any elders, just for their age &
experience. Even when they are wrong & I don't agree in what they
say, I will still respect them, as I know they received their education
& lived their lives in a different era & society with
different values.
I
prefer ballroom dancing than discotheques. How can it be better
hopping & wiggling about all by yourself, knocking each others'
shoulders & elbows in a tight spot on the jam-packed floor, with
deafening "music" , than being held in a gentleman's arms, swaying in
soft melodies, & listening to his sweet nothings whispered into
your ear? And for the man too, won't you rather have your arm round her
waist in a close embrace and holding her hand, cheek to cheek, moving
sensually to the soothing rhythm, so close & intimate that you can
actually feel her heartbeat? (Bonus: Even with her husband watching!)
I
would go out in my mini skirt & low-cut tank top, or threadbare
jeans with flip-flops, anywhere in my little town, but not to visit a
church, a gallery, and in-town restaurant, or attend even a moderate
village concert.
I
love going to theatres, concerts, classic & modern, candle-light
dinners, in my elegant & feminine dress, then maybe strolling in
the moonlight on the beach bare foot, with my high heels in my hands, or his,
much more than attending parties in jeans & trainers, yelling all
night to your friends because the music is too loud to have a nice
conversation. You leave the party with a huge headache knowing no one
better than went you went in ...
There's a Spanish saying: "Mejor solo que mal acompañado" - Better to be alone than badly accompanied.
I am alone quite a lot. But my dreams are often in Technicolour.
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