First time I heard Kizomba was in Germany, one of my Angolan friends had shown me this lovely song that I love to listen to until today. But it was not until - during my studies in London - one day I watched a dance video on youtube when I got reunited with Kizomba - and met the dance Zouk for the first time.
For everyone that got confused by now. Yes, I also was, the history and connection of the two words, dances and music is complicatedly interwoven. But let's start from scratch.
Showing posts with label porto seguro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label porto seguro. Show all posts
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Kizomba & Zouk-Lambada - The interwoven story of Angolan/Afro Music and Brazilian/Afro Dance
Labels:
Angola,
Brazil,
Brazilian Zouk,
Cape Verde,
dance,
dance and music,
dreams,
French Zouk,
intercultural life,
Kizomba,
Lambada,
London,
Mozambique,
porto seguro,
Solange Dias,
Zouk,
Zouk Lambada,
Zouk love
Thursday, 10 May 2012
Living in two countries - 1
What's a woman to do when she's loving two...
Or three...
Three cultures, that is. And two cities to live in. The one and only city which is the 'love of her life'. Then the small town to live life to the full and the home*sweet*home to visit family and friends whenever the Sehnsucht (home sickness - which does not really contain the real sentiment...) hits the top nerve.
The home obviously is Germany, my home country. A village close to the French border, a 30-minute drive to beautiful EU-Strasbourg and an oasis of tranquility and peace of mind. Most of the time at least ;) I love visiting my parents and siblings who I ADORE, with all their odds and bits, but as it is after about 2 weeks, my dear self and its freedom genes are urging to leave to where its heart last stayed or where it would like to stay. Let's call this German village "the land of milk and honey".
The small town to live life to the full is a Brazilian well Bahian town called
Or three...
Three cultures, that is. And two cities to live in. The one and only city which is the 'love of her life'. Then the small town to live life to the full and the home*sweet*home to visit family and friends whenever the Sehnsucht (home sickness - which does not really contain the real sentiment...) hits the top nerve.
The home obviously is Germany, my home country. A village close to the French border, a 30-minute drive to beautiful EU-Strasbourg and an oasis of tranquility and peace of mind. Most of the time at least ;) I love visiting my parents and siblings who I ADORE, with all their odds and bits, but as it is after about 2 weeks, my dear self and its freedom genes are urging to leave to where its heart last stayed or where it would like to stay. Let's call this German village "the land of milk and honey".
The small town to live life to the full is a Brazilian well Bahian town called
Labels:
bahia,
Brazil,
Brazilian,
dreams,
German,
Germany,
home,
home sickness,
homes,
intercultural life,
living,
living in two cities,
living in two countries,
living in two places,
London,
Londres,
porto seguro,
sehnsucht,
traveling,
travelling
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