A hip hop routine ( diamonds crew )
Choreo by Genil Hasim: [link]


I dance TO MUSIC
TO LEARN
FOR MYSELF
FOR JOY
TO DREAM
TO EXPRESS
WITH LOVE
TO CREATE
TO BE
TO TOUCH
TO INSPIRE
FOR THE WORLD
AGAINST HATE
TO SUCCEED
IN MY HEART
TO BREATHE

What could you see?
What could you find?
If we meet please avert your eyes.
What I'd never show, what you'll never find
Is explosive so hide your eyes.

What should mean nothing to you
Has left a poison running straight from your lips
And into (lead to) the poison I'm becoming.
Walk right through me, I'm not really there.



Once it meant something to me.
I find it rather stunning.
I draped it cold and clarity.
It's true, I find the look becoming.
Walk right through me, I'm not really there.


It's a day gone away.
Turn away from the day, it's explosive.


What could you see?
What could you find?
If we meet please avert your eyes.
What I'd never show, what you'll never find
Is explosive so hide your eyes.


Beautiful Song, Happy new year ppl

today i'm leaving oradea here we go ( street dance contest)

I've been tagged by and
So,here it goes:

Choose a singer/band/group.
Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group.
Tag 6 more people to do so and let them know they've been tagged, of course.

I'm choosing BrokenCyde




Are you male or female?
Sex Toyz

Describe yourself.
Freaxxx

What do people feel when they're around you?
Blue Steel

How would you describe your previous relationship?
Jealousy

Describe your current relationship.
True Love

Where would you want to be now?
Kandyland

How do you feel about love?
Still Waiting

What's your life like?
Schizophrenia

What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
Get Crunk

Say something wise.
2 Drunk 2 Drive


I Tag:

O VENEÞIE CU AROMÃ DE SINGURÃTATE

era jumãtate duminicã
ºi jumãtate tristeþe
cearcãnele unui înger
ningeau peste mansarde
i se înfigea toamna în piept
pânã-n plãsele
singurãtatea intra pe geam
fãcea piruete
þipãtul cãdea în genunchi
îºi înmuia degetele în melancolie
cunoscuþii îmbãtrâneau
într-o scrisoare
poetul cu palma cãuº nu lãsa cuvântul
sã se stingã.





LOVE SMELLING LIKE SOLITUDE

it was half Sunday
and half sadness
an angel’s dark rings
were snowing over houses.
autumn was cutting
his chest, deeply cutting it
and solitude was entering through windows,
dancing.
and the scream was on its knees
soaking its finger deep in melancholy
people around getting older
the poet with his hand gathered,
in a letter,
didn’t let the word die.




AMOUR SENTIR COMME LA SOLITUDE

c'était moitié dimanche
moitié tristesse
il neigeait par-dessus des maisons
avec des cernes d'un ange
l'automne s'enfonçait dans sa poitrine
la solitude entrait par la fenêtre
dansait son cri était s'agenouillait
trempant les doigts dans la
mélancolie les amis vieillissaient dans une lettre
le poète avec sa main en auget
ne laissa point le mot s'éteindre.