Looks do not meet,
or suddenly
a flash
and an encounter.
or suddenly
a flash
and an encounter.
And yet
they touch
hearts
and burn inside
with fire.
they touch
hearts
and burn inside
with fire.
Impulses pass through the crowd
like current,
like threads stretched in the air
boundaries
and connections.
like current,
like threads stretched in the air
boundaries
and connections.
We speak
without speaking.
We love each other
for a moment.
Sincerely.
without speaking.
We love each other
for a moment.
Sincerely.
We know everything
here and now,
knowing nothing.
here and now,
knowing nothing.
Mambo
as the secret language of the dance floor,
where energy becomes shared
and loneliness dissolves
in rhythm,
simply in rhythm
and the melody of mambo...
as the secret language of the dance floor,
where energy becomes shared
and loneliness dissolves
in rhythm,
simply in rhythm
and the melody of mambo...
