In the pavilion the music infects everyone inside. Even those who are not adept heel prick a little leg which in turn takes the whole body behind. But who gives the show dance belly with pride of those who have learned this new way and are here for all to see. And we see. And dance. And fiddles. And do not forget. Is uptight, yes ma'am, but lack the soul that is so lacking how the color does not catch him in this country of all seasons. Sorry that winter leave the skin without sun marks, (maybe not) wobbles, it's not what will worry. The important thing is not to cheat. After all, the lights always disguise and its noise is not perceived.
Down here the public vibrates ... glazes: the men, with the bodies of the dancers, the women are not entitled to their bodies. In some cases, thankfully, not all are role models, much less model-dancers: if you do not know the choreography stir the bely with a yoga session, for example. At least it can mess - is the power of the mind.
Whatever the audience watching, the desire is contained. Be the little girl, the chick or dude, the secret desire to see the show will not own them. Being a dancer for a day, for a lifetime, learn the art or lamenting that his girlfriend does not know or do one day maybe a surprise party, you are only within each one. And it's just yours.
The night, in turn, is all and all go in circles. Outside not even know you imagine what we saw and heard there. Dragon in the evening we went around the fair. Low prices, almost always magic is frank and ask fritters with greedy eyes and voice, but restrained:
- It's only two, please!
And suffice! Satisfied!
I take it home and will remember this evening tomorrow, when I'm eating.
