I see him move like music,
his beating heart like drums,
his body like an orchestra,
an orchestration of magic and man.
like soft music that teases ,
then fast music that electrifies!
man, he moves like hes walking on hot coal
and loving it.
I’ve seen him move like heat,
Flames bursting igniting una pasión.
He dances with his soul,
rushing from its muscular hold.
beautiful movements, quick, rapido!
And my world is born watching a man with a dream.
I see him move like the sound of thunder,
it jolts you unaware,
bringing you alive!
Steps spontaneously right,
straight from the depths of his being.
He dances with his soul.
Dark eyes closed and mind at ease,
its all in the movement,
its all in the tango between dancefloor, man and heart,
wrestling all that can break a man.
I’ve seen him dance arms locked with his spirit,
Hes seen a life crawl under its self ,
Death swarming like air,
Pain constant like promise.
Hes felt the dancefloor beneath his tired feet shake !
And heard the sweat from his pores hit the floor like stones
But he dances still with his soul
enlightened and free and swaying.
By Upile Chisala 11/30/2011.