Men In See Thrugh Pants

(ma non ne so parlare)

of music I do not know hardly anything and I do not know about. But ... But when you happen to be near a small stage in a small plaza which is like a little cradle, you have like a whole new vision of what you hear: Have you any idea of \u200b\u200bthe physical effort and looks of understanding and mutual enjoyment, as if the rhythm be built in the eyes that seek out and live in bodies ( flying , blow, pluck , touch ) and provide the tools, bass and drums that make you vibrate with something (I do not know, really) in it, something hidden that comes out gradually, while this tool here brings you incredibly far away, away but straight up. And then the clothes pegs that hold the balance sheet (more or less). They, too, and you fly away, while sitting, follows them with the same lightness. Beyond the square, over the heads and their thoughts. In addition.