Danced in the middle of our appartement, as if that dance hadnt want stop us. We could felt something was growing in us, but we had no idea what was.
More we danced, more we felt us good. Our glances were stare one in another, and we were in the middle of this twirl.
We have not realize that thin dust was arounding us, and more we danced, that little dust, slowly got us up from the floor. We were dancing, flying, but we didnt have realizing that, till two great flows melting eachother one in another.
Everything this, while we were still dancing, without say any words. There was no need. We could see what we were feeling trought our glances.
It was like our magic flows was creating a new flow one. More great and more powerful.
We had realizing this just in only seconds of this slow dance. Our heart were beating hard, and more we had realized that, our dance has become more a little bit fast. But we had understood that it was that twirl in which we were into, made the dance faster. We danced always slowly.
Our rythm, was those of our hearts, of what we were feeling in these moments. Slow movements as our emotions that in slow gestures wrapped us, inside a fast twirl.
While around us the new magic was itself completing.
Everything was changing, but above all, inside of us.
We had crossed this new passage in the most sweet way we could did.