There was this girl, prolly a dancer, dressed Madonna/Like a virgin style, riding on a carousel, talking about how, in 1984, she arrived at the Dance festival of Montpellier searching for everything that is new, trends, contemporary dance, with burning eyes and a mysterious smile on her face.
The globalization started to really kick in.
Picture: it’s me , like 10 years before the moment I was describing.
This has nothing to do with Arthur C. Clarke’s novel or even with that movie.
It is more about the summer, the city burned by the sun and a UK pop-new wave girls band . Isn’t this great: science fiction , a cruel summer and a few bananas( hmm, or maybe some icecream )?
The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I’m on my own
It’s too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go .