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Dance has nothing to tell: she has a lot to say!

Dance Me.

In this life that continues to make between work and snow storms to face, I want a little unexpected. That something was not expected, a grain of sand that gets things done. No ulterior motive, just enough to shake the lovely life I have.

I'd like a whirlwind effect. I would turn endlessly. I would like learn nothing new, sometimes fall, pick myself up again with style and elegance. One two three, not stuffed, folded, "rivers", "drop" three steps back, spin, not stuffed, clear, tense, piroutte, free, folded. Follow the "flow", take the "beat". Sing to the music. And sometimes I am wrong, because when I dance, it is not always perfect.

In the street, I often find myself making a small step, put my hand on a carrier becomes a dance, not even that I am aware of my action. I sing loudly in my head, and repeat two or three movements learned one day, long ago.

In a week's gala. Provided there is a spark.

I prances. Let me dance. And fast.