Getting lured into

the lost wheels of time.

We have

totally different styles, but this is about as close as I got to his jazzy fluidity yesterday.

From the opening

 in Alkatraz

to a poetry reading next door.

Love will tear as apart

was the title of the first part of the trilogy and of course it was a solo. It just had to be. I mean, what else could it possibly be with a title like this?

The second part of the trilogy, Boys don't cry, was a duet.

In the third part more people came on stage.

And at the end, we were all performers.

A different

spin on the good ol' rhymes

followed by some good vibes.

The performances

of day 2 of the festival started off with a duet from three countries.

followed by a home grown solo by two choreographers

and a trio that made us spin

but of course, in the end, we all end up wrapped in a plastic bag, under the bridge downtown, alone.

I had a

 cameo appearance in her performance 

but in the end I was swept off stage (as one often is when the night is over)

p.s. of course I didn't take photos of myself on stage

With my camera

in my hand I feel at home even when I find myself at an opening in a different town,

I feel at home listening to short stories in another language,

and I most certainly feel at home when it all turns into a concert on the beach.

(So, good people of Krk, what have you prepared for me today?)

Don't

just walk away.

The performance

 about the small village I currently live in

and a performance about pineapples with a ballet insert.
(how diverse the student performances can be).

Basically

we are all lined up, waiting.