LA CUMPARSITA, traditional. Story by Ann Banham.
Here I am sitting on one side of the dance floor with the other women; the men cluster together on the opposite side. I am waiting for a man to give me a cabeceo – this is a ritual where a man eyeballs a woman and imperceptibly nods his head.
LACRIMOSA from the REQUIEM MASS in D MINOR (K. 626) by WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART. Text by Kevin Densley
I have a vivid memory from that time of watching this wonderful film near the end of its run in Mid-City’s main cinema, which seated close to a thousand people, with only a couple of others in attendance.
LAISSE TOMBER LES FILLES by FRANCES GALL. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
A tall menacing figure quietly entered the room. “I told you to leave the girls alone.”
Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
Bedroom mirror, Melbourne, 2015 Iryna ByelyayevaIt never goes the way you think it will. It’s never the album you thought would get you through the hard times, or the songs you expected would lull you into contentment.
LANDSLIDE by THE (DIXIE) CHICKS. Story by Janet Brown.
That’s it. That’s the bit in the song. The gulp catches my breath. Staring out the windscreen and emotion spills from me and fogs the glass.
LAST DANCE by DONNA SUMMER . Story by Sue Dann
He was short and stocky and sexy. He had a killer smile and his dark almond eyes had eyelashes way longer than any boy should have. I liked him and he liked me.