Dreams, Hopes And Stuff.

There was that big class room with big mirrors in one wall, behind me at the left was the music playing.

The most strange music with this beat that stays in my soul.

The talk about contractions, muscular chains, a drop of water in my head, the egg on the pan, stretching even the nails, inhaling and exhaling with my mouth open.

There were so many strange sounds that went along with the movements, this sounds weren't as loud as the music, but they went deeper.

The time passed and before everything, that magic came and said hi with a big hug.

There were also times when it was the same room, but the sound was different, there were words of encouragement, words of love.

A pice of every soul was mixed and fixed with this magic and humbleness.

I'll be forever grateful for knowing this magic and getting it deep to my soul. I'll keep it in myself always and forever. It will be my push in my way through dance.

Thank you teacher because you are the magic I'll keep in me.