Corner Pocket
Salsa was a gorgeous, passionate lady, that partied every night. She was sexy, she was sensual, for her every man would have died. She danced like she was making love and every partner she had, would dance hypnotised for the rest of his life. Nobody could resist her eyes, her deep brunette eyes; nobody could listen to her voice of sweet illusion, without feeling inside his chest a strange emotion. She could have made you laugh, cry and love, everything in only five minute’s worth.
Jazz was quite a gentleman, elegant yet casual. He rarely danced, but he could feel the music like no one else. He was smart, he was deep, he was so misteryous that ladies would jump at him. He let the music talk for him, playing what he thought, playing what he felt, just playing what he needed it to be. Sometimes he created in only minutes odes, for music and love in various modes. He was spontaneous, he lived the moment, he enjoyed what he could.
One day, Salsa met Jazz, near the pool table, by the corner-pocket, they fell in love at first sight. They couldn’t bear the farness of their bodies, so they joined their souls like two long-time lovers. They enjoyed each other, loved one another, tasting every flavor, seeing every color and hoping time wouldn’t be much trouble. They never got tired, their soul’s melt into one, now and forever!
Their kids are the most beautiful, their kids are the mos gorgeous
And this is one of them!! This is one of them!!
En esa cabecita suya hay magia… excelente post.. un beso gigante!! me enamoraste con eso q escribiste..
Comment por linaq — Thursday, 9 March 2006 @ 2:04 AM
Yo siempre sospeché que usted era el hijo de Raeggeton….
Ja! tamaña ofensa!
Comment por Mr Brightside — Thursday, 9 March 2006 @ 7:54 PM
¿Hijo del reggaeton? ¡Válgame el cielo! ¡Pobre Pol! Habrá que exiliarlo.
Comment por Burbuja — Friday, 10 March 2006 @ 3:37 PM
El reggaetón no tiene salsa y mucho menos jazz, no tiene nisiquiera música, es solo producto del líbido de boricuas calenturientos con parca capacidad de expresión…
Comment por POL — Friday, 10 March 2006 @ 6:27 PM
je, yo se, solo queria sacarle la piedra y difamarlo.
Ron Burgundy? de una pelicula que se llama Anchorman, gringa, muy estupida. Excelente, yo no paraba de reir. Es que ese combo de Owen y Luke Wilson, Will Ferrell, Vince Vaughn, Ben Stiller a mi me mata de la risa. Que hijuemadres.
Comment por Mr Brightside — Friday, 10 March 2006 @ 9:44 PM
i’d say that Jazz is a player, and Salsa is just too innocent. Remember that Salsa is from a developing country and Jazz is not. My house smells like locker ugh.
Comment por negro — Saturday, 11 March 2006 @ 5:33 AM
¡¿Locker!? Well, my locker smells kinda nice, I don’t see the problem there…
Comment por POL — Sunday, 12 March 2006 @ 5:15 PM
I think the less I can do it’s try to comment this post in english. I liked it. Great job! Great letters again!
Comment por elmundoylafuerza — Wednesday, 15 March 2006 @ 5:11 AM