Wednesday 5 December 2012

...en que me encandilé...

I'm not sure I know anyone who's completely immune to it.

There are those who are less influenced, less taken in.  But sooner or later, we all see someone, somewhere, who just takes our breath away.  We're dazzled.

Their walk, maybe.  Or the way they drag something unique from the music.  The way the ground seems to pull at their feet in a different way than it does for everyone else, perhaps.  Or else they're so quick that to the rest of us they're just a blur and a visual echo.

And in that moment, we can be inspired or deflated.  Maybe it gives us ideas and hope.  Someone to aim to dance with or to dance like.  Or else it gives us the idea that we should just give up now, because how can we possibly ever do that, be like that.

One of these is probably the correct response.

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