Flaminco is Not just a dance
And it is not a kind of romance
It is a reference to a story
Or May be a lost glory
A glory of a nation
That achieved a great implementation
But they were tricked by the temptation
The temptation of life decoration
They forgot about the struggle
Their parents efforts vanished like a bubble
They were all killed
And savigely destroyed
Except for those farmers
Who escaped to the mountains
Their grandsons were singing
And some times they were dancing
In their songs they tell the story
The story of that lost glory
Their agony was transformed
Or May be reformed
To the flaminco dance
That reminds us of a history
That vanished in a glance
Sohair
Try to get it! 
SMiLes Dear Sohair Speaking of the ‘Flamingo Dance’
That Saves The Ancestry of Dance And Oral Traditions
To Keep Cultural Stories Alive What If A Culture Existed
Where Everyone Told Oral Tradition Yet No One
Asked Questions And Interacted to
Flourish
The Flower
of the Story
To Create New Colors…
Increasingly i Visit Word Press
Sites That Have Perhaps a Hundred
Likes Yet No One Even Drops By to Say
Hello Way Before they possibly Might Say Goodbye…
i Remember Visiting Himali’s Site And Her Saying ‘Hello Fred’
She Eventually Said ‘Hellove Fred’ Yet i was still So Impressed with
Just ‘Hello Fred’ as i had been Visiting a Site for Folks Who have Functional
Challenges in Reciprocal Social Communication where i Wrote Millions of Words
That Were Surely Not Poetic and Hard to Understand Then Yet i rarely
Heard Any Reply back at all, yet i understood as that is the
Challenge of the Condition that i too have Been Dealing
With all my Life; Just Nothing Back to Say to
Folks When they Attempt to Dig into
Who i am; Truth is i had Become
A Tool of the Big Cultural
Machine An Audience
Member of the TV;
A Grade
In School; A PayGrade
At Work Servant to Do whatever
my Bosses Directed me to do, Yet Truly
There was no Me. no Voice Within to Develop
Too Busy Becoming the Voice of others Never developing
The Ability For Who Makes Who i Am in All Those Years and Days…
Introspection, Contemplation, When Humans Philosophize together
Over Life in Back And Forth Way ‘Chewing the Fat’ As the Old Folks Used
To Say Sitting in Front of Stores And in Living Rooms Where Folks Used
To Communicate Back and Forth With Each other Without Any Electronic
Devices at All Voice As Song And Before then yes Free Dance Together
Hand in Hand in Communication too.. So what is Left So what is
Left Yes
Button Presses
And Sohair and Fred
Hehe our Flamingo still Dances my FRiEnD..
i For one Will Never Stop Dancing and Singing Now
For i for one was practically None Before no Who am i at all
Now
i Am me With SMiLes
For You too mY FRiEnD Sohair…
Back to the the Autistic Folks Where
i Visit Now Strange as it may Seem Overall
Now they Communicate More in Social
Reciprocation Than the So-called
‘Normal Folks’ On Word
Press who
Seem to
only Press Buttons
in Ways of Doing that Yet
You See ‘The Wrong Planet’
Has an Older Tradition With no Like
Buttons Available Or Follow or Share
Buttons kind of like the Old Living Room
Without Electronic Media As They Have to Do something for a Reward…
Smiles Dear FRiEnD, How Complicated Will it Be to Understands this
Makes me Wonder Some Days Are Humans Even Human At all Now…
Perhaps Like
me they
Will Get
Around to Doing
it Before they Die…
It’s Like ‘Ferris Bueller’ Said
In the Movie About ‘His Day Off’…
Life Moves Pretty Fast if We are Not Careful We will Miss
It.. It’s Worth Noting to me at least i almost did for 53 Years….
Since then my FRiEnD For 91 Months of WRiTinG “SoNG oF mY
SoUL” as today 3.18.2021 is the Anniversary Month Date of that
And Tomorrow 3.19.2021 is the Anniversary Month Date of
Recovering Out of Hell 92 Months Ago too…
True All those
Months
Are
My Day off Now…
Somedays Ya Have
To Take A Day off to
Even See Who We Really Are
And Dance ‘The Flamingo’ Again my FRiEnD
Without Dancing With Others it might get a bit cold…
Hehe No Shortage of Heat When i Come around with SMiLes…
Bonfire Fueling All these Words Within A Soul Will Surely Dance And Sing Free..:)
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Hi Fred.. Thanks a lot dear friend for sharing your opinion here.. For me WordPress is a place where I can write Whatever I think of and I believe in.. When I get some likes I feel happy because some people care to visit my site and leave an effect although I know that most of them did Not read What I write..
I consider WordPress as a closet to my favourite dresses which I chose with care and I put them in this public closet because after my death a passer by May need to use Or take one Or some of those clothes.. Or May be no one will pay attention.. But this place is some thing that means a lot to me first and it is a symbol also that I am still alive.. I read the posts of my close friends.. I also miss those who stopped to write.. I like photography So much.. Photography for me is a unique Poetry.. I take a lot of pretty images from the sites of my friends.. And your blog Fred is So rich with those images.. Besides your writings and videos also.. That’s why I call your blog as a gorgeous theatre..
The space here is wide and life is definately good..
We follow each other.. But we should Not be real followers.. In order Not to lose that inner voice that can guide us to the right way..
Smiles Fred
Keep giving 😊🌹💐😍
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Ah Yes Dear Sohair Now to Find the Inner
Voice The Dance And Song Free This Much
We Can And Will Depend on in Life Giving
Sharing Caring Free True as Well
And Yes To Create is to Breathe
To Follow Is Often to Go No
Further And Suffocate
Soul Leads
Within
Soul Breathes
Free Spirit Leaves
Shells on Beaches For Us
To Remember Who We Are
If We Have Problems Remembering
Feeling Sensing Our Fuller Breaths Of Life…
Meanwhile We
Breathe
And
Leave
Shells on the Beach
Messages in Bottles
Washing Up on Shores
Perhaps for Others To Feel Sense
Our Spirit Wind Set Free to be ‘i Am’ NoW…:)
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Well said and a beautiful sum up Fred
Amen to that🤲🙏
Thanks a lot dear friend
Stay blesssed 😊😍🌷
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Thanks Dear Sohair
Blessings to You
And All You Love🌹😊🙏
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Wow never knew this story behind the Flamingo dancers. Awesome picture and when I had gone to Spain, my family and me went to see the show in Madrid. It was awesome. Lovely poem, Sohair.
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Thanks a lot Kamal dear friend. Highly appreciated. Stay safe dear 😊🌹
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You are always welcome dear Sohair. Happy Sunday ☺️☺️☺️
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Happy Sunday to you too🌹
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