Good, this is an erotic photography post where you won't find luxurious cars, mansions, marble floors, jewels, butlers etc... why? because I hate the obvious, because the music I love (jazz rock tango folklore) always came from the people, and because I don't like being fascinated by material goods. Here are a couple of fragments that explain it better:
THIS IS HOW YOU DANCE THE TANGO (Alberto Castillo)
What do those snobs, sissies and shushets know! What do they know about tango, what do they know about rhythm! Here's elegance. What a sight! What a silhouette! What posture! What arrogance! What class to dance!
A LITTLE BIT OF FRENCH LOVE (Indio Solari)
Luxury is vulgarity he said and conquered melink:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsbo1ibocgg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsbo1ibocggGold and Silver of The ChicanaA aquamarine brooch and a pound sterling gave it to you. Your black one, who was very poor, didn't have a copper for love. A fine fabric browned your ruin. I say that a mulatta fell in love with gold and silver.Late and late, and the patch's leather beats with chocolate hands, the black one who lost her; wheel that wheels, just like a coin, with tulip and silk clothes, the black one who lied to him. All patches are ringing, but his eyes are crying, for a hard-necked brown man took her away smoking a cigar.
Follow follow, don't suffer or be cursed that heaven also punishes the guilt of ambition. The hands on the drum while your pain, cries and cries. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart.
A brooch and a pound were the ruin of a passion. A fox with ten coins lined your heart with silk. Silver is always silver that wounds and kills without compassion, I say that a mulatta fell in love with gold and silver...
Late that late, and the patch's leather beats with chocolate hands, the black one who lost her; wheel that wheels, just like a coin, with tulip and silk clothes, the black one who lied to him. All patches are ringing, but his eyes are crying, for a hard-necked mulatto took her away, smoking a cigar.
Follow on, don't suffer or be cursed that heaven also punishes the guilt of ambition. The hands on the drum while your pain, cries and cries. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart. Your heart Your heart Your heart
THIS IS HOW YOU DANCE THE TANGO (Alberto Castillo)
What do those snobs, sissies and shushets know! What do they know about tango, what do they know about rhythm! Here's elegance. What a sight! What a silhouette! What posture! What arrogance! What class to dance!
A LITTLE BIT OF FRENCH LOVE (Indio Solari)
Luxury is vulgarity he said and conquered melink:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsbo1ibocgg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsbo1ibocggGold and Silver of The ChicanaA aquamarine brooch and a pound sterling gave it to you. Your black one, who was very poor, didn't have a copper for love. A fine fabric browned your ruin. I say that a mulatta fell in love with gold and silver.Late and late, and the patch's leather beats with chocolate hands, the black one who lost her; wheel that wheels, just like a coin, with tulip and silk clothes, the black one who lied to him. All patches are ringing, but his eyes are crying, for a hard-necked brown man took her away smoking a cigar.
Follow follow, don't suffer or be cursed that heaven also punishes the guilt of ambition. The hands on the drum while your pain, cries and cries. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart.
A brooch and a pound were the ruin of a passion. A fox with ten coins lined your heart with silk. Silver is always silver that wounds and kills without compassion, I say that a mulatta fell in love with gold and silver...
Late that late, and the patch's leather beats with chocolate hands, the black one who lost her; wheel that wheels, just like a coin, with tulip and silk clothes, the black one who lied to him. All patches are ringing, but his eyes are crying, for a hard-necked mulatto took her away, smoking a cigar.
Follow on, don't suffer or be cursed that heaven also punishes the guilt of ambition. The hands on the drum while your pain, cries and cries. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart. I say it's a treasure of silver and gold your heart. Your heart Your heart Your heart
18 comentários - Luxury is vulgarity
Sin lujos vulgares y con toda la expresión de la pasión
Gracias por compartir.
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Gran post y hermosas imagenes!!
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