Till the sacred end

So here I am.

I let my hair hang down as you ask me.

Here I am.

My feet on the ground. My eyes look straight into your eyes. Your eyes. Try to keep them straight too. Be careful- your feet are trembling. Stop that trembling. Take a deep breath. Look at me. I ‘ll breath with you.

And now, let the challenge begin my love. Try to keep your feet on the ground and your eyes straight into my eyes. I look at you. You look at me. I let my hair hang down as you like it.

Now, let the challenge begin. Move one step at a time towards me. I ‘ll do the same, my darling. My love, my darling. I say these words, these words that sound so serious and so ridiculous at the same time.

Now, let the challenge begin my love, my baby, my darling.

(How can a woman and how can a man be so serious and so ridiculous at the same time?)

Now, let the challenge begin. Let the dance bloom. Lets become choreographers, dancers, acrobats of the Dance. Let us bloom.

Take the first step. But be careful darling, don’t allow the satisfaction of this fist step to make you rest. We have to end what we have started. Don’t have illusions. We have to come to the end. The first step is nothing unless it leads you to the end. The end is sacred my love, my baby, my darling.

(So serious and so ridiculous at the same time.)