Sunday, April 18, 2010

Bloody Salsa Comments

Rating: 3.5

We dance a wicked dance.
Spining, ducking, weaveing.
We are parters of the same flag.
We survive it all, I watch your back, you watch mine.
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Adrian Cordova
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loNeLY AnGel 24 April 2010

i can relate to this poem in many ways... love everyline of it.. a 10 isn't food enough! !

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Elena Sandu 19 April 2010

Lovely poem! New ways of seeing old dances: Valse! Oh how I love its simple flow.. ''flesh and steel'' for me would be the tango..Salsa..a fight? ! I never tought of that, maybe you're right, till a pair feel each other as well as to move like one might have a bit of fight..or did you thought of competition, please do set me right.. you open my appetit for dance thank you,10

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Leila Taghavi 18 April 2010

Evocative poem! nice

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Lynn Glover 18 April 2010

Adrian: a very good write, a couple typos but you can correct them. I like the way the younger generation covers each others back. keep up the good work. Your friend Lynn

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Claire Hunter 18 April 2010

i LOVED it! ! ! ! the whole thing was just amazing! !

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Sherri Coulter 18 April 2010

Adrian, it is a VERY GOOD poem. I am impressed! ....although.....the VERY LAST sentence makes me FEEL that ASH-LAY could be ANY BODY....even ME...........an where I've been.........(I) i don't want to go again.........but i and I give it a 10.

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