+ Follow CULTURAL CENTER MAIN THEATER Tag
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[Title] => Flying...With Or Without Wings
[Summary] => What do angels do in heaven all day? Play the harp or the lyre and sing heavenly hymns? Float around on gossamer wings frolicking in bliss and splendor?
Well...not quite. At least, that’s not how junior angel Mikey spends his time. rather, he occupies himself with mischief and pranks, behavior which has so far kept from from literally earning his wings as a full-fledged angel.
[DatePublished] => 2005-11-27 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => Dina Sta. Maria
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[Title] => No sleeping at Sueños
[Summary] => The first time I saw flamenco was many years ago in Sevilla. A group of us were traveling around Spain on one of those a-city-a-day package tours. About a week into the tour we hit Sevilla, and after dinner we were brought to a club for an "authentic" flamenco performance. Eager as we were, we took front row seats, the better to appreciate every stomp of feet and click of castanets and swirl of ruffled skirts, not to mention the dashing guitarists in their tight costumes.
[DatePublished] => 2005-10-16 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit
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CULTURAL CENTER MAIN THEATER
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[Summary] => What do angels do in heaven all day? Play the harp or the lyre and sing heavenly hymns? Float around on gossamer wings frolicking in bliss and splendor?
Well...not quite. At least, that’s not how junior angel Mikey spends his time. rather, he occupies himself with mischief and pranks, behavior which has so far kept from from literally earning his wings as a full-fledged angel.
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[Title] => No sleeping at Sueños
[Summary] => The first time I saw flamenco was many years ago in Sevilla. A group of us were traveling around Spain on one of those a-city-a-day package tours. About a week into the tour we hit Sevilla, and after dinner we were brought to a club for an "authentic" flamenco performance. Eager as we were, we took front row seats, the better to appreciate every stomp of feet and click of castanets and swirl of ruffled skirts, not to mention the dashing guitarists in their tight costumes.
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[ColumnID] => 135045
[Focus] => 0
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[AuthorName] => NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit
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