For your eyes only Pablo
I feel a little unsteady on my feet. My eyesight is blurred, the spotlights have turned into stars already, bliss envelopes me and my stomach does a little spontaneous cartwheel with the excitement I can feel ahead of an amazing night's dancing. The bass is pounding relentlessly, the rhythm inside me, the excitement making the skin on my arms tingle. I know from experience about now my eyes will be shining and that little smile that only surfaces when I'm dancing plays on my lips. Unselfconsciously, knowing nobody is watching I close my eyes and just lose myself in the music. Living completely in the moment, in the now. I don't know how long I'm there inside myself, unaware of time passing, only looking at the DJ, sometimes around me. There are no handbags to dance round in here; for me, dancing is a solo activity, a visceral, meditative experience, certainly not a social one. My mates are nearby, doing their own thing too. For me it's a little bit of quart...