"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Friday, March 5, 2010

number four: Club dance song


We sang "Touch me, Touch me", the club dance song, everynight. and did swanky dancemoves.



It was devine. we also made two solid Cuban friends: Patrick Swazy & Baby the chef who wore checkered pants. they didn't sleep. they only danced. this is the truth.

This picture is of Patrick Swazey & I dancing in the dinning hall. He was very nice. but had something in his pants.

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