Anoche tuve la suerte (pero mala) de concurrir a concert by a singer who keep their identity to anyone to know I'm talking about Patricia Sosa. The only thing I like about this lady is the body that holds regardless of age, the rest: yuck!
I must admit that is very sweet, almost as much as a jar of 50 kilos of honey consumed in 15 minutes ... cloying to the point of feeling that one is falling prey to similar discomfort that could cause fire ants inside the shoe, or a finger in the nose outside. I must admit as he manages to assemble a two-hour repertoire of songs repeated endlessly over and over and over and over again the words "fly" "Dream", "freedom" and "love" ... add a preposition, the odd article, sort of the way you want and magically get something close to the lyrics of any song from this artist: "The freedom to dream", "Dreaming of Love", "Dream of flying" "Flying out of love" and so forth.
to all this we add his talents (bad) acting that makes every movement of his arms or his face will last for at least 15 seconds as a "if you take a picture now that I'm posing sacala "and its unlimited capacity to transform the end of each stanza in a vibrato unbearable" OOOOOOO "or alternative "aaaaaaaa", we have a real torrrrrrrrrrrrtura two hours ...
"Tonight, do not ask me anything, just endúlzame ears" she asked ... and I thought, "What a good idea, if I cover my ears with caramel may not hear anything" ... sorry that did not sell fresh milk in the theater ... for it was sweet ... too sweet.
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