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Theme : Social
Glimpses of a Gypsy Bar in Skopje (Macedonia)
by
Michael Knott

Deliriously crazy moments
Fall wild into a colorful night,
As we dance into a Gypsy hut
On what started as an ordinary autumn whim.

A living tapestry of extreme variety
Becomes explosively apparent,
Flooding senses, chanting madness
And sexual pleasures compete for attention.

The shrill of a manic trumpet arpeggio
Sitting on top of a seductive cello dissonance,
While drums beat out of control as the
Music grows louder and faster without relent.

A beautiful Macedonian girl beckons us over for happy hour
Warm wine in clay cups is flowing...
Followed by faerie green absinthe
For extra discourse and random possibility.

A massive hookah pipe
Adorned with intricate Islamic tradition,
And green cherry tobacco fumes furiously on the table
While my mind surrenders to ancient Gypsy magic.

Friendly faces, drunk faces, strange faces,
A topless fat Bulgarian belly dancer,
Two Croatian girls kissing in a corner,
And some pet goats are also part of the reality mix.

Shades start to spin and fold uncontrollably
While bright colors merge as the ego is lost,
Anything becomes possible as the Gypsy in me is found,
The climax of this exotic circus is frantically near.

Just a little more until enlightened hedonism becomes heaven. 

April 29, 2007

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