Dancefloor

Cealings are crystals
Music fluctuates through our bodies
And it is not painful.
Pavements are diamonds
Every dance step we get richer
It is called house
Cause everywhere I hear it
I feel home, and home is love
And love is everywhere we dance
Together
We dance we dance we dance
Home is love, we don't need any more unnecessary information, love is where I feel evolving.

Through the days, through the perceptions,

we live stuck in our singularity,

mind set truth constantly afar.

Our self changes, our ego changes, time is a synthetic dimension we move or we're blocked in?

Life is beautiful, being able to born again is the art of the arts.

I continually ask myself, what is it to be other persons? What memories are carrying other people? When I say the word mom, how many faces it shapes, multidimensional being, are we distant?

Cealings are touchable, experimentally my breathe is a man-made drum machine,

my heart is a synth

and you will recognise love in a calm, peaceful, frequency.