rhythm is both the song's manical & its demonic charge.
it is the original breath.
it is the whisper of unremitting demand.
exact presence that no fantasy can represent.
pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart.
ladies & gentlemen, the rhythm.
ladies & gentlemen, the rhythm.
ladies & gentlemen, the rhythm.
frankie knuckles
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i feel a reggae rythm.
esos zapatos...
edc (en minúscula, minúculo)
ça s'appelle HOUSE MUSIC ma chère dalva... the burning HOUSE of LOVE :-)
los shoes son my obsession EdC...
yes, sure, but the pictures looks so reggae
must be the rosy walls... everything little thing/gonna be all right! like the great bob says
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