Rada plešem s tistimi, ki mi ne gledajo čez ramo.S tistimi, ki se mi ne zahvalijo za ples tri takte pred koncem komada. S tistimi, ki me ne uporabijo le za ogrevanje in s tistimi, ki ne pridejo le na koncu večera z izrazom usmiljenja in vdanosti v zlo usodo. S tistimi, ki me ne prosijo za ples šele potem, ko jih moja trenutna soseda zavrne. S tistimi, ki ne počakajo polovice komada, preden pridejo pome. S tistimi, ki pridejo pome tudi potem, ko ne rabijo več brezplačnih lekcij osnov.
Rada plešem s tistimi, ki spoštujejo moj osebni prostor in tudi vedo, kdaj morajo poseči vanj. S tistimi, ki me ne silijo v solo nastope, če si tega ne želim. S tistimi, ki skrbijo, da se mi po nepotrebnem ne dvigne krilo. S tistimi, ki ne pulijo rok. S tistimi, ki znajo biti nežni. S tistim, ki mi da občutek, da sem tiste 3 minute središče vesolja.
Rada plešem s tistimi, ki spoštujejo moj osebni prostor in tudi vedo, kdaj morajo poseči vanj. S tistimi, ki me ne silijo v solo nastope, če si tega ne želim. S tistimi, ki skrbijo, da se mi po nepotrebnem ne dvigne krilo. S tistimi, ki ne pulijo rok. S tistimi, ki znajo biti nežni. S tistim, ki mi da občutek, da sem tiste 3 minute središče vesolja.
I like dancing…
I like dancing with those who don't look over my shoulder. With those who don’t thank me for the dance three bars before the end of the song. Those who don’t use me just for warming up and with those who don’t come for me at the end of the evening with a look of pity in their eyes, resigned to the evil fate. With those who ask me to dance even after they no longer need the complimentary lessons of basic lindy.
I like dancing with those who respect my personal space but also know when to cross that boundary. With those who don’t force me into a solo when I don’t desire it. With those who can make sure that my skirt doesn’t lift without need. With those who don’t pull my arm out of the socket. With those who know how to be gentle. With the one that, for those three minutes, makes me feel like the centre of the universe.
I like dancing with those who don't look over my shoulder. With those who don’t thank me for the dance three bars before the end of the song. Those who don’t use me just for warming up and with those who don’t come for me at the end of the evening with a look of pity in their eyes, resigned to the evil fate. With those who ask me to dance even after they no longer need the complimentary lessons of basic lindy.
I like dancing with those who respect my personal space but also know when to cross that boundary. With those who don’t force me into a solo when I don’t desire it. With those who can make sure that my skirt doesn’t lift without need. With those who don’t pull my arm out of the socket. With those who know how to be gentle. With the one that, for those three minutes, makes me feel like the centre of the universe.
Piše: MălaMu¡er
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