Monday, July 25, 2011

A Song interrupted.

Amy Winehouse’s face bore a hint of a smile even in death--- as if she had just rendered one of her favorite numbers against a moribund and moralistic world.
In an age of spontaneous seduction instant fame and glory, she tried to forge a
new critical attitude towards society.
A fleeting sense of awe, a symbol of an aesthete advantage, has been derailed by drugs and alcohol.
In her album” I tread a troubled track” she sings about her loneliness, the whole composition wept in nostalgia and pain behind her gain.-Vinay-

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