EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

Cyd Charisse, *the* legs, has died

I knew that the fact that I had chosen to wear today the shoes which kill my feet had some kind of secret meaning…

When I am a super ballerina (in my dreams), I will be like Cyd Charisse.

Like this (and my dearest Gene is there too! :dance: ):



Gosh, why do we tend to remember “mythic” figures only when they die? I definitely have to search my “still living proto-myths” library and talk about them before it’s too late for them.

:luv: Oh… Those legs… :(