Long ago the clock washed midnight away
Bringing the dawn
Oh God, I must be dreaming
Time to get up again
And time to start up again
Pulling on my socks again
Should have been asleep
When I was sitting there drinking beer
And trying to start another letter to you
Don’t know how many times I dreamed to write again last night
Should’ve been asleep when I turned the stack of records over and over
So I wouldn’t be up by myself
Where did the night go?
Should go to sleep now
And say fuck a job and money
Because I spend it all on unlined paper and can’t get past
“Dear baby, how are you?”
Brush my teeth and shave
Look outside, sky is dark
Think it may rain

The dance was a speech without words, which uttered the inexpressible and gave form to the formless. It took place outside time, outside reality. The colours and smells blended into a blur. Consciousness had lost its monotony and for a few brief moments Manuel was elevated to the level of a celestial being. The artistry of the dance had overtaken him and he was no longer stuck in the mundane limit of humanity, for a few moments, Manuel was everything. The dance could have only lasted minutes but a lifetime had passed since Manuel had entered the courtyard. Once the music had finished the two dancers looked at each other with a shy glance similar to lovers awaking in the same bed together.