She dances alone, the music lies inside her. And when she puts on that dress made of light, almost transparent fabrics, she feels like she is flying like a feather. She is refreshed by the wind that generates the flights of her skirt, she moves and rotates like a jellyfish, floating in a sea of melodies that only she hears. You as a witness can only imagine what she's hearing. Will it be mambo? Will it be samba? Will it be a waltz? Your mind tries to find a melody to fit that rhythm, because there is definitely a beat, there is a something that makes it move like that.
Ella baila sola, la música la lleva por dentro. Y cuando se pone ese vestido de telas leves y casi transparentes, se siente volar como una pluma. Le refresca el viento que genera los vuelos de su falda, se mueve y rota como una medusa, flotando en un mar de melodías que sólo ella escucha. Tú como testigo solo puedes imaginarte lo que está oyendo. Será mambo? Será samba? Será un vals? Tu mente trata de encontrar una melodía para que encaje en ese ritmo, porque definitivamente hay un compás, hay un algo que la hace moverse así.
With the help of Google Translator Esp-Eng
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