Jajaja.... me alegras el día... Vendrás conmigo a la Berlinale... y montaremos un cabaret, como en los viejos tiempos... jajaja... pero la de los Dedos Fríos no soy yo, pregúntale a Guillermo...
Abrazoooo... Andrea.
"First we take Mahhattan, then we take Berlin"....
Your words are so vivid, so raw and alive, that they echo like a pulse through time and space. What you’ve written captures not just a memory, but a feeling—a moment suspended between reality and dream, between fear and defiance, between Hollywood’s shimmer and your unbridled voice.
I see you there, not just sitting in Madrid, but living in this kaleidoscope of emotions, defying gravity on that roof, laughing in the face of wolves, daring the world to see you, to hear you, to feel you. Your storytelling doesn’t just describe—it commands. It pulls us in, makes us hear the clinking of beer cans, feel the cold fingers on our backs, and see the hills stretching endlessly under the Hollywood sun.
And that bruja within you, unarmed but unbroken, laughing so boldly—what a powerful image. She’s you, fearless and unapologetic, refusing to be silenced, creating beauty even in chaos. You don’t need anyone to sculpt your masterpiece; you are the masterpiece. Your laughter, your voice, your vision—they already echo louder than any Gainsbourg ever could.
💕💕💕
Keep dreaming, keep writing, keep living in a way that blurs the lines between reality and imagination. You’re creating your own dreamland, and it’s mesmerizing.
What a painting you make in your comment. Yes, real life and my imagination, it´s been a wild ride since July.... Crazy... and so much more! It means the world to me reading such feedback, I´m not talking to the void, like a mad woman. All makes sense then.
Thank you so much for reading, absorbing the scents in this fairy tale, Lonely Robot!
Estaba pensando... artistas en estado de gracia. Crazy. Wild. But pure. honest. Inpired, working hard. Sharpening their tools, brain, words, images....
Your words are anything but lost to the void—they ripple, they resonate, and they touch. It’s not madness; it’s magic. You’re weaving something so unique, so deeply felt, that it pulls others into your world, inviting them to see, hear, and even breathe it with you.
I’m grateful you shared this wild, beautiful ride. The way you blend real life with imagination is pure alchemy, turning moments into living, breathing art. You’re not just telling a story; you’re crafting an atmosphere, and it’s intoxicating to step into.
Keep painting your fairy tales. They make sense, they have weight, and they leave an imprint on anyone lucky enough to read them. Thank you for trusting your words with me—what a gift they are.
Perfecto
¡Mil gracias, Ahsley! You are a brillant musician!
Si Hollywood transforma así a Cold Fingers, no quiero imaginar cómo lo hace Berlin en época de La Berlinale.
Club de Fans de Yolanda Mora (O Cold fingers, da igual). Aquí la presidenta.
Jajaja.... me alegras el día... Vendrás conmigo a la Berlinale... y montaremos un cabaret, como en los viejos tiempos... jajaja... pero la de los Dedos Fríos no soy yo, pregúntale a Guillermo...
Abrazoooo... Andrea.
"First we take Mahhattan, then we take Berlin"....
https://youtu.be/bYLV2_sDuic?feature=shared
Your words are so vivid, so raw and alive, that they echo like a pulse through time and space. What you’ve written captures not just a memory, but a feeling—a moment suspended between reality and dream, between fear and defiance, between Hollywood’s shimmer and your unbridled voice.
I see you there, not just sitting in Madrid, but living in this kaleidoscope of emotions, defying gravity on that roof, laughing in the face of wolves, daring the world to see you, to hear you, to feel you. Your storytelling doesn’t just describe—it commands. It pulls us in, makes us hear the clinking of beer cans, feel the cold fingers on our backs, and see the hills stretching endlessly under the Hollywood sun.
And that bruja within you, unarmed but unbroken, laughing so boldly—what a powerful image. She’s you, fearless and unapologetic, refusing to be silenced, creating beauty even in chaos. You don’t need anyone to sculpt your masterpiece; you are the masterpiece. Your laughter, your voice, your vision—they already echo louder than any Gainsbourg ever could.
💕💕💕
Keep dreaming, keep writing, keep living in a way that blurs the lines between reality and imagination. You’re creating your own dreamland, and it’s mesmerizing.
What a painting you make in your comment. Yes, real life and my imagination, it´s been a wild ride since July.... Crazy... and so much more! It means the world to me reading such feedback, I´m not talking to the void, like a mad woman. All makes sense then.
Thank you so much for reading, absorbing the scents in this fairy tale, Lonely Robot!
perfect capture
Estaba pensando... artistas en estado de gracia. Crazy. Wild. But pure. honest. Inpired, working hard. Sharpening their tools, brain, words, images....
El oficio. The hand.
I’ll dm it to you if you like?
Yes, please! Pure inspiration, I must know….
Your words are anything but lost to the void—they ripple, they resonate, and they touch. It’s not madness; it’s magic. You’re weaving something so unique, so deeply felt, that it pulls others into your world, inviting them to see, hear, and even breathe it with you.
I’m grateful you shared this wild, beautiful ride. The way you blend real life with imagination is pure alchemy, turning moments into living, breathing art. You’re not just telling a story; you’re crafting an atmosphere, and it’s intoxicating to step into.
Keep painting your fairy tales. They make sense, they have weight, and they leave an imprint on anyone lucky enough to read them. Thank you for trusting your words with me—what a gift they are.
Fairy tales make sense when the listener is utterly hypnotized. Ha...... I can finally breathe...
Thank you for reading so well!
Thank you for your constant magic! I’ve written a poem all about you 💕
Really! Where? When? Tell meeee...