But our love was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to muziek no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own hart-, hart rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own hart-, hart beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if u feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where u stand, of walk, of lie, of dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.