It's been a long time since anything surprised me, and today I had "one of those" moments that make me blush instantly while I tried to figure out if I was completely alone at home or... otherwise I should assume a very classy attitude, breathe slowly, gradually regain my natural color, and smile slightly with the corner of my lips...toward my insides.
The ordinary,the common,the normal thing is that I was an average girl: modest, quiet, scrawny, very fragile, and with very brief flashes of sympathy that led me to adjectively pigeonhole myself as the typical boring young woman. Luckily, my own perception of myself forced me to free myself from some somewhat tight-lipped rules and in that way I was able to breathe much better... that led me to remember that I have some little secrets of various colors up my sleeve, like everyone else, right?
The funny thing is that my brain starts creating vivid descriptions of the moment, and most of the time, to safeguard my sanity, it masterfully captures the background music that best suits the scene I'm remembering... and since I've stumbled upon several musical gems this week, believe me, it wasn't difficult to choose my favorite song for the memories evoked by "my surprise." The first of the Sam Smith songs I'm bringing you, "Unholy," It felt a bit like a musical stray to me... How so? But it's not for everyone. Look, observe, do you find it scandalous? What are we talking about? The freedom of being, or how you want to live your life? But it's not the philosophical point that moves me most about this song; it's the mix of sounds and voices that awaken delicious sensations presumably forgotten and unrecognizable by time, a music with a highly sensual charge in its notes, where East and West converge... Sam Smith is undoubtedly a great artist, and I'm happy to have him as the backdrop for some of my best surprising secrets... It's incredible how music connects you with memories, sensations, and feelings even if they are dead... yes, dead, because in your reality they no longer exist nor do they find a space for pain or joy... however, music works as the CPR for many forgotten shots that you don't know, but live surreptitiously with you, like a monster under your bed, or like a brightly colored mirror. That's how I felt when I heard from the balcony of my house the song by the female band Rock: Heart, "All I wanna do is make love to you" that someone very enthusiastically shared with loudspeakers in the neighborhood...without a doubt I was happy about it even though it wasn't the right time or place, because it is one of the best songs of my seventeen years... WOW And somehow it also has a few of my little secrets hidden among its letters... 😅...it's actually that one of my most beautiful fetishes was having been a huge rock star. But didn't I tell you what my surprise was in the end? A note that dragged me back in time with the speed of a snap of the fingers, a note kept for more than 25 years that only said: Sorry. No matter how much time has passed, how many little secrets I can keep, how much I can share, how many things they say I did wrong, how much I enjoyed, and how much I lived: today I am at peace. The silence of music flows indefinitely down memory lane. So, since I work a lot at home on Saturdays, I ended up with a song that tasted sweet and sour, but that felt really good to me, dancing along to Taylor Swift and her Delicate from minute 1:36 until the very end... I feel irrevocably like I'm a Taylor Swift girl... and that, more than anything, music is meant to heal. And do you have any little secrets hidden away?
I prepared some yuca, and it didn't soften, so I decided to make some sweet potato and yuca fritters...😋
Let me explain: Is it possible to miss this piece and not wonder where you were two years ago when it was released?
Please, enjoy it in my name...
If everything were as easy as making fritter batter...😅
Just a beaten egg, a little bit of oil, another bit of sugar and yeast... ready.
Love doesn't come through the kitchen, it's only cooked with love.
Always very grateful for your reading.
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