ValeJaramilla

If you look at a silent dancer, her body will be the music.. If you turn on the music, that body becomes an extension of what you're listening to.. You can only be creative if you love life enough to want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring it a little more music, a little more poetry, a little more dance, every dance you do belongs to you.. It's part of your collection.. ¡When he thinks like that, you'll want his next routine to be the best he's ever done!

I am afraid of the night; so long are the hours and so large my bed. I only dream of you the conscious moments, but not when I sleep. And when I wake up, suddenly, I'm looking at you, and I don't see you.. You come back to my mind, and your absence is fear, loneliness your silence. ¿What good is the angle of open thighs, what good are the double curves of hips and breasts, if you only appear as a shadow in the shadow, if you are only imprisoned by my idea and my desire? I don't want to do myself as much as you should, my hand lacks voice and breath, and the ritual of silky rubs, unforeseen or new, it lacks your sweat, your moaning, the mystery of what you have so many times created in my flesh, and that seems always so current, so unpublished. When I wake up and it's me orphanhood and your absence, when the hunger for sex shakes me in tremors, and screams lusts at me, I'm afraid to do it, because it's never deeper, sadder, more painful, the loneliness that then grips me, winds me, overflows into my night, as if you were only the image of a mirror.