My feet don't keep pace and my hips don't click like a Latino woman's. But I don't care. I made it, I'm here. I'm looking up and I'm laughing. And I'm in Latin America.
I lose myself in the music. Swinging and twirling with partner after partner--I forget that I arrived to this nightclub alone. I forget that, everyday, I'm constantly arriving everywhere alone. The floor like a beating drum strikes a rhythm in my bleeding heart, and I watch the room fly by in lights and colors. I forget for a moment who I am, and just be.
I lose myself in the music. Swinging and twirling with partner after partner--I forget that I arrived to this nightclub alone. I forget that, everyday, I'm constantly arriving everywhere alone. The floor like a beating drum strikes a rhythm in my bleeding heart, and I watch the room fly by in lights and colors. I forget for a moment who I am, and just be.
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