I'm 18 years old
I remember I was clumsy, with long, thin legs and always tangled hair. But as soon as I turned on the music, I turned into a whirlwind. My body, as if filled with an invisible, moved to the rhythm of the melody, telling its story.
I want to dance while I have the strength. I want to share my love for dancing with the world. I want people to see in my movements not just steps, but history, emotions, life.
The sun shining through the curtains tickled my nose affectionately. 18 years old, Warsaw, and every cell in my body was screaming: "Time to dance!". I, Jess, a Polish woman with Ukrainian roots, lived a life of dancing. I didn't just love them, I breathed them.
P.S Jean-Luc
In twilight's gentle glow, her hair aflame, Cascades of fiery red dance with the breeze, A fierce enchantress none can ever tame, Her beauty's spell brings hearts to trembling knees. Her eyes, twin stars that pierce the velvet night, Hold secrets of the sea and sky's embrace, With every glance, she sets the world alight, And paints with grace the lines of time and space. Her laughter, like a melody untold, In echoes sweet, it graces silent air, A siren's call, both tender and bold, In every note, a tale beyond compare. Sara, a vision drawn from nature's art, Her beauty, like a timeless, whispered song, Forever cherished in the yearning heart, Where dreams of her eternal splendor throng.