I've just listening those sounds.
i've arrived from that place, full of rock stars.
i've just seen them, and they were perfect, just simply perfect.
Her voice is so nice, is little while she screams and big as she talks, 'cause u know, i speak with Poney. She was a nice simple person who was selling the merchandise just after she put herself inventing those moves, those sounds, that feeling. She turned herself into a bitchie doll on stage.
I was stand while i saw the black eskimo became reality, bobo was his nick, and he was gorgeous. Dressed all 20's at first, handsome, subtle to start, secondly, a transformation, a representation, a theatral scene, an artistic play. All trashy-eskimo like, blasting the drums, dancing like rain on the sea when the drops succumb and complement the rest of the water.
Then super Mingo arrived with his guitar, saying constantly: black eskimoooo, in the first song; and demonstrating with his not too hidden sexual proportions that it was also some kind of perverted game, the same perversion that i see in their songs.
***elviajedespuesdelconcert***
