When I look at the Cuban people I always ask myself, what makes them more special than the rest of us? Why do they love their culture more than any other people on this earth? What spell do they use on us to make us fall in love with their culture and forget everything we have ever known? What is it about them that makes them be who they are? What is it that they have the rest of us miss?
In one and the same moment you will se sensuality, sensivity, strenght, joy, sorrow, war, peace, love, hate, everything and then all of a sudden nothing. Their dance takes you on journey through time and space to a distant land. A powerful land, born in the time before you and me. A powerful kingdom, with a ruler so strong and fearless, that even when he is dead he will not stop ruling your world and mine. Their song will cut through your skin and lift you up in the air, it will not bring you back down again until the music has stopped. If you are not carefull your spirit will get lost up there and then you will be trapped, just like me. My music is still playing and I cannot stop dancing.
The most vital part in this, is the love for ones' spirit and love of expressing it to each and everyone. Without love for yourself you can never love anybodyelse. We are dancing not to show off, but to simply express us in the most natural way to apease our spirits, souls and to become complete. Once we become complete, the material things do not matter and the simple problems become irreleveant. You become one with your spirit, which guides you and you will see how you fly instead of walking.
When I look at this strong woman, I feel as if she is born to dance. Every movement she does, is beautiful. Not until you have seen her that you understand the actual meaning of dance. She is smooth, just like the sea, she is fierce just like the thunder, she is a seducer, sweeter than honey. She is a joker, with tons of surprises, unpredictable and wise. She is a queen, born before our time. After just one look, you will forget who you are.
The man right next to her is full of passion. He has to be a king to handle her. He is so strong and proud, so sweet, when he wants to and so cruel when you make him mad. When he dances, you cannot take your eyes off from him. They make each other perfect, a king and queeen. Two serpents, which make the world complete. They are so beautiful, a simple reflection of you and me.
In one and the same moment you will se sensuality, sensivity, strenght, joy, sorrow, war, peace, love, hate, everything and then all of a sudden nothing. Their dance takes you on journey through time and space to a distant land. A powerful land, born in the time before you and me. A powerful kingdom, with a ruler so strong and fearless, that even when he is dead he will not stop ruling your world and mine. Their song will cut through your skin and lift you up in the air, it will not bring you back down again until the music has stopped. If you are not carefull your spirit will get lost up there and then you will be trapped, just like me. My music is still playing and I cannot stop dancing.
The most vital part in this, is the love for ones' spirit and love of expressing it to each and everyone. Without love for yourself you can never love anybodyelse. We are dancing not to show off, but to simply express us in the most natural way to apease our spirits, souls and to become complete. Once we become complete, the material things do not matter and the simple problems become irreleveant. You become one with your spirit, which guides you and you will see how you fly instead of walking.
When I look at this strong woman, I feel as if she is born to dance. Every movement she does, is beautiful. Not until you have seen her that you understand the actual meaning of dance. She is smooth, just like the sea, she is fierce just like the thunder, she is a seducer, sweeter than honey. She is a joker, with tons of surprises, unpredictable and wise. She is a queen, born before our time. After just one look, you will forget who you are.
The man right next to her is full of passion. He has to be a king to handle her. He is so strong and proud, so sweet, when he wants to and so cruel when you make him mad. When he dances, you cannot take your eyes off from him. They make each other perfect, a king and queeen. Two serpents, which make the world complete. They are so beautiful, a simple reflection of you and me.
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