Each tap was about a fair setback, every step and every movement seemed to be unique in the world, its energy overflowing magic exuberant gestures generated a certain fragility to dance.
fandango the rhythm of her soul was becoming free, his feet never seemed touching the ground, some vibration in the ankles appeared from time to time, his knees were what gave support to her body, her firm thighs and hips fell majestic given before each line of music and were giving him an air of grandeur your body just provided. His belly was a separate issue ... Impetuously kept him tight, because from there the strangest feelings born from its womb sprang waves of uncontrollable passion, his body submerged in a deep trance, his belly was the storehouse of energy retained much she wanted to free the moment as his impatience and nervousness made him want to burst into a thousand pieces. His belly was the author of such this and impotence, which caused him pain that pleasure now to load every time you dance. So that was difficult to explain because he was aware of every cell of your body while it was all a single body without flesh, a soul inside a container that she could not recognize, it was as if it had always been free .
His heart pounded his chest with an almost inhuman force, every heartbeat seemed to terminate its existence. Castanets ceaseless lashed their eardrums. Both playing castanets and heart in unison.
could feel the muscles of your back are joined together to tighten up like never had before, for its elegant arms down the warmth of her shoulders and down her cheeks tears mingled their feelings. All of it was an incomprehensible world. I could feel the force of eyes watching him, but I was still trapped in their freedom. She could feel her heart despair because of a dance, but certainly his gift was out of itself, the essence of his soul was off stage, right in the audience ... just wishing fervently.
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