Rumba

S: For a moment I thot she looked at me. While dancing on the stage she found me in that huge crowd. Happy illusion..
...but lets keep it my way.

H: ....and the screaching sound of metal guitar was driving me mad. So mad that I wanted to close my eyes and swing
my head. I wish I was there alone.

S: You said it as if you were in the middle of a story. I don't understand you too well..wish I did. Anyways, did you
notice that each muscle on her legs and arms twisted like they had a mind of their own. They created their own music.
She was not herself then. She tranformed into this bundle of movements. I don't remember any theme in that dance. It
was random sequence of shapes reminiscent of nothing.

H: ....Sometimes it doesn't have an origin. Never ends itself. Just dissapears. but still is beautiful. Things can be
that way I guess. We just don't acknowledge something we are unable to relate to what we have already seen. I think I
should give up the guilt of not being able to define a pattern in things I like.