Eyes pilgrims visions of hard, hearts narrowed by too much life that night the music seemed to give way to the slow hum of the stars. The feet on the move would not listen to those who are crowded with bulky thoughts, sat on the edge of the fun. From side to side, a glance was enough to stop the mind and begin to dance together on the same notes.
tremors and a continuous dense and talkative blinks of an eye. Two hands that touch only. Stand in line like everyone else, them. In line to pick up a wave that pure oxygen in the air, almost mocking the recent meeting. From runway edge, envy and nostalgia of those who lost in the air their dowry, once a shining. Puffed up with hopes, feet on the dance floor, hold the rope in hand to their desires soar and as light as their hearts intoxicated. Hints of tango and the impression of eternity.
But not all nights have a full moon, the stars, the soft summer breeze. In less than no time and without ceremony, a breeze comes to reshuffle the cards and sweep away the hopes planted with soft promises. unexpected but cautious, his arrival never follows the rhythm of the melody, disjointed sound and leaves behind only an echo dazed.
