Al Quotion. The Part Of Improvisation (№ 157004)

Let me take you dancing, this strange lesson of love and trust, which teaches us to distinguish the infinite gray color, which incorporates the later, sky, a myriad of new shades. Let me take you dancing, and, in obedience to the music, hold your fingers over your cheek, giving the experience of warmth and sensuality, balancing the other, the bitter experience of sadness and loneliness. Let me take you for a waltz, let my hands over his chiseled, more greedily absorbing the light and movement of the body, and allow me to recall half-forgotten remoteness, the scarcity and severity of the time the feeling of flying. Let me invite you to dance, mix pulsating in the veins and blood pulsing in the air, the sound, lean, and lips to leave your neck the imprint of the newborn secrets. Let me invite you to dance. And when it will end, and will subside violin, and the sky will fall, I'll take it out of your hair tangled in them, the wisp of a cloud.